Hanging by Heartstrings

I wake up strung out on good intentions And I start thinking all these awful things Like cutting your heart into pieces And hanging myself with the strings And we'd climb up into the mountains Watch the smoke dance into the stars And we'd laugh until we're crying About something other than scars Here I am blacked out again On all the things I should have said To you My love And we'd laugh at all the violent ways That we used to try and convey The way that we felt About ourselves I've been dragging a pen across my skin To mark all the places you've been The boarders strong and tight For the love I sold you at night Here I am blacked out again On all the things I should have said To you My love