Cuts by Street Eaters

Standing on the corner,
Just about to cross the street,
I couldn't believe the news,
It didn't make much sense.

Something changed and you forgot,
To let me know.
A conversation based on words we never had.

I can't think about,
All the things you said to make me bleed,
I cut myself enough everyday.
Did you really think, I could?

I waited patiently for you to make your move,
Honestly I had no choice,
I was so confused by you.
And now you're calling,
To the point,
I don't care.
Now I know I don't miss you,
I don't miss you anymore.

I can't think about,
All the things you said to make me bleed,
I cut myself enough everyday.
Did you really think, I could?

Now I know I don't miss you,
I don't miss you anymore.

• American Underground
• Punk
• Rock
• art punk
• postpunk
• punk hardcore
• Oakland