Scars

I hate the way your fingers Brush the hair from my face When youu0027re feeling nervous And things seem out of place I hate the way you kiss me baby Since you ask With your alligator skin And your crocodile heart Iu0027m crawling on the ceilings Make me walk up the walls Iu0027m chewing off my nails Pacing up and down the floor Iu0027m begging for the question And Iu0027m looking for clues Why my lifeu0027s so sweet When your passion is so cruel I got scars Drive your nails through my heart I got blood on my hands From emotional demands I got scars Heaven has no rage like Love to hatred turned But after four bourbons, three scotches two shots and a chaser I was ready to forgive him again Well we eat like pigs And we drink like fish And we live like rats or some Low-down reptile kings If we crawl like snakes Making crooked tracks Rest your copperhead On my diamondback baby Shed some skin maybe Grow some wings or a heart I got scars Drive your nails through my heart I got blood on my hands From emotional demands I know youu0027re keeping score But I come back for more I guess this must be love ‘Cos we canu0027t get enough I got scars