Most times I’m numb until I think about how you’re off fighting other battles now.
What a lucky enemy.It’s time like that when I miss the war and the crying and the screaming with someone I adored.
Don’t think I don’t miss you.
I was seventeen and all kinds of green
and I wasn’t ready for the things I’d see
when the war came.
I could see you there on the other side
looking back at me with your eyes all wide
and I yelled out “I love you.”
And, I was invincible.
And, you were invincible.
And, we were invincible.
Battle scars.
It had only been a year or so
before the fighting had my spirit broke.
So, I turned tail and ran.
I remember you chased after me
and you shot me down and you watched me bleed,
pleading: “Please, forgive me.”
And, I was inconsolable.
And, you were inconsolable.
And, we inconsolable.
Battle scars.
It’s a tricky thing being with somebody who
would bandage up your wounds as soon as give them to you;
it leaves one empty.
And when it’s all over - when you finally escape -
it leaves both sides without someone to hate
or to love, love, love, love.
And, I was so full of holes.
And, you were so full of holes.
And, we were so full of holes.
Most times I’m numb until I think of how
you’re off fighting other battles now.
What a lucky enemy…
It’s time like that when I miss the war
and the crying and the screaming with someone I adored.
Don’t think I don’t miss you.
Oh, I seem invincible.
But, I’m inconsolable.
Because I am so full of holes.
Battles scars.
