That Tattoo Isn't Funny Anymore
Owen
I Do Perceive

That Tattoo Isn’t Funny Anymore by Owen

Tell me again what you were thinking when (when you were…) you got that bruise tattooed, forever black and blue. You won’t say, like you don’t say anything anyone can hold you to. I hope I don’t make the same foolish mistakes I know you’ve made because I can see me in the things that you don’t say, people that you don’t see.

Tell me again where you were when (where you were…) the world changed and forgot about you. If it’s sympathy you need then I’m sorry but you’re not the only one who feels cheated. It’s too close to home and it’s too near the bone, more than you’ll ever know…

I don’t miss you. I’ll miss you when you’re dead.