Remember when I dove in to the crowd and I got a bloody knee under my skin, a mark from wiping out. It brings back the memories. Every bone's been broken, but my heart is still wide open. I can't stop don't care if I lose. Baby, you are the weapon I choose, these wounds are self inflicted. I'm going down in flames for you, you are the weapon I choose. These wounds are self inflicted, one more thing I'm addicted too. With each scar there's a map that tells a story. What a souvenir of what young love's like, jumping out an airplane or riding a tidal wave. An ocean of emotion, my heart rips me wide open. And I cover up these scars, and I can't stop seeing stars whenever you're around.
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