Lyrics

In yr green dress i could see the border Of a topographic map u scribbled on yr thigh Of all the places u wish u'd never been Little regrets raised from the surface of yr skin So call them cat scratches and i'll Help u lick yr wounds But i'm no white knight, i just played one in my head Misogynistic, young, and stupid idea of what it Meant to help when i couldn't help myself So call them cat scratches and take The weekend for yrself Maybe it was enough just to hold ourselves together I should have been trying to figure out where i fit into All of this But i thought that i knew better