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There's something nice about my fingers getting calloused from the strings
New marks on my arm why does it still sting
There's something nice about shutting myself up again
New marks on my hand can't wash that one off
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh
Somewhere along the lines I stopped trusting that my ribs would hold me up
Cause even Jonny's got his problems but he don't know it
There's something nice about staring at what's left from all the carnage
A heaping mess of all these journal entries and songs I disregarded
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh