gluin' up a wound is rough
the things you swore you wouldn't say
silhouette without a trace
you're seeing right through me
left your ink in my veins
when you drew me a paper heart
probably wrote the book on me
blinded by his valentines
tears are blurring all the lines
letters burning up in flames
you're seeing right through me
left your ink in my veins
you can't see the creases
since you ripped up my paper heart
how did i let you through?
that with you i'm just cellophane
left your ink in my veins
you're seeing right through me
left your ink in my veins
since you ripped up my paper heart