The taste of blood has brought me back here to this pattern
Familiar pieces of a friendship lay here scattered
I draw a knife across my face just to get your attention
And God I hate how you remind me that I'm human
You’re my wing clipper
I'm you’re confidant
Maybe if I act sad enough you’ll come back to me
Maybe if I stab deep enough you’ll crawl inside of me

And I hate the cold eclipse from your back turned
And I hate you snuffed me out for a new lantern
And I hate that you can still dance around me
And what I hate most is that I still need this from you
You’re my wing clipper
I'm just your little confidant
Maybe if I feel sad enough you’ll come back to me
Oh, I need to be you’re most everything