In a dream, there's a boy

Twice my age, and maybe more

His hands are cut like stone

And I don't know what he's doing

But he's inside of me



In a car, on the lot

After a movie with my mom

Are the words that won't sting

They'll just burn and keep burning

He's still inside of me



My knees are weak, my anger's thick

My bones are brittle, my body's sick

And all I've ever known

Is when I f**k, I f**k to prove him wrong



I know, you know

I saw, you saw



Your hands in Portland, Oregon

Baby, in the car last night

Were you gonna pick a fight

Lover, I will count to three



Say a little prayer, you'll leave

By the time our friends arrive

Will the cuts have cauterized?

Maybe you can open them

Let it leak out a bit



My knees are weak, my anger's thick

My bones are brittle, my body's sick

And all I've ever known

Is when I f**k, I f**k to prove him wrong



When I was young there was a boy

Twice my age and maybe more

His hands were cast like stone

And he practiced what he learned

Inside of me