Ink

Imagine the sound of a tattoo needle in the background...

That sweet addiction
Just like I need
To tame the slow handshaking.

Ice crawls inside of me.

Chorus

Screaming
Believe me
I need this to be part of me
Don’t You See

It's the secrets in the ink that changed me?

 

 

Sink a little deeper

Like a train into it’s tracks.
Train your mind to believe

Then try to bring it back.

 

 

Bridge
I find you lovely

And the stories that hurt you haunt me

So afraid

Less myself and more the rage.