Omsk - Cuts Live текст песни

Cuts

Save some, cos I'm not done

with the pieces of my heart that you tore out.

Been picking up my guts from the gutter,

been patching up seams and tears and cuts.

And it hurts every time like the first time

when I see her, I see her around all the time.

It hurts every time like the first time when i see her,

I see her around all the time.

I don't need her pictures or her letters.

Just the frame she left and her figure in the distance.

Don't pick up when you see me call,

it's not worth your breath, it's not worth my time.

It's me calling 'bout my deal with the devil.

It's me trying to get out of my Jacob's wrestle.

And it hurts every time like the first time

when I see her, I see her around all the time.

It hurts every time like the first time when i see her,

I see her around all the time.

I don't need her pictures or her letters.

Just the frame she left and her figure in the distance.