(you're begging for meaning where answers will never satisfy your curiosity but if you're desperate, i'll tell you)
her tattoos tell stories i couldn't imagine she's grown to crave that reaction each line of ink a scar of memories she won't forget every name inked in her skin holds another regret a lifetime isn't long enough to black out her past and i thought she'd found peace at last but i'm not a puzzle she could solve
as the pieces on her arms evolve i see lost words and locked up stories does she regret those words on her knuckles did they hurt? they all fucking hurt
the clock on her back is for her dad the day she found out i was the first person she told she cried in my arms for hours, her tears staining my skin with the memory just the same as hers she doesn't need it to remember him, she always will she has it to make sure others know the man he was i've covered up the scars she gave me but they'll be on my skin for life they'll never truly leave me
you're begging for meaning where answers will never satisfy your curiosity but if you're desperate, i'll tell you
a bear on the chest is a symbol of lost love regret and freedom, breaking from tradition
bare chested we consider a crown, on the ribs more pain than it's worth it reminds me not to get attached to anyone not to people at least
her scars will never leave me her tears will be on my skin for life