She said my name like she knew my scars
Lit a match beneath my heart of tar
Every word she spoke felt rehearsed
Sweet as comfort, sharp as curse

He sees her face but lose the frame
Every moment ends the same
And he forgot why she came

She said my name like she knew my scars
Lit a match beneath Natalie’s eyes
Was she mercy or design?
A friend, a stranger, both entwined

He sees her face but lose the frame
Every moment ends the same
And he forgot why she came