Razorblades and cigarettes And empty bottles strewn Sitting here I think
of you I dream your fingers in my hands And promises of promised
lands And I wonder Well I don't know why we hurt ourselves With alcohol
and such Sometimes you need to drown a little And I love you very
much
I used to watch the way you'd smile The changes in your
face The passions I'd imagine there But the fires I saw your eyes reflect
Were the burning tyres around my neck And I wonder Well I don't know
why we hurt ourselves With razorblades and such Sometimes you need to
bleed a little And I love you very much
The time I spent just missing
you Longing from afar The ways I tried to walk to you But this broken
glass on which I'd crawl Was it just to you or to anyone at all And I
wonder Well I don't know why we hurt ourselves With cigarettes and
such Sometimes you need to die a little And I love you very much
I
don't know why we hurt ourselves Or why we fall in love too much Sometimes
you need to dance a little And I loved you very much