X-Ray Striptease

Ripped off a hangnail 'cause it was Poking your hand when I held it And I'm sorry for bleeding On your palm, I'm Surprised that you felt it Kicked up my ribs for holding back Pain never means to be selfish But those bruises were just like a Rorschach I boast about being so helpless Herding the flies away from the thought But they can't even poke it What'd you expect? Did you think that they'd leave When your head was wide open? Those stitches won't fix much I'm just sorry for helping It's all strange when it happens Nervous-in-name But I'm glad that I felt it