[Verse 1] When the skin and vessels underneath
Choose the space for bruising
I’m somewhere in between
Clumsily pulling on the strings

[Chorus] Oh, my mistakes are hardly that
At their points of contact
As the shades of grey grow redder
I should have known better

[Verse 2] Soon the pain will be removed
As your skin regains its hue
You’ll be rid of everything except me

[Chorus] Oh, my mistakes are hardly that
As the shades of grey grow redder
I should have known
That I’m only letting me get the best of me
I’m only letting me get the best of me