Lyrics Tell Tale Signs - Frank Turner

Tell Tale Signs

God damn it, Amy!
We’re not kids any more
You can’t just keep waltzing out of my life
Leaving clothes on my bedroom floor
Like nothing really matters
Like pain doesn’t hurt
You should mean more to me by now
Than just heartbreak and a short skirt
You kind of remind me of scars on my arms
That I made, when I was a kid
With a disassembled disposable razor
I stole from my dad
When I thought that suffering was something
Profound that weighed down on wise heads
Not just something to be avoided
Something normal people dread
Well God damn it, Amy!
Well of course I’ve changed!
With all the things that I’ve done and the places I’ve been
I’d be a machine if I’d stayed the same
You’re still back where we started
You haven’t changed at all
Yeah you’re still trying to live like a kid
Like you could always have it all
You know you kind of remind me of scars on my arms
That I hid as best I could
That I covered with ink, but in the right kind of light
They still bleed through
Showing that there are some things that I just cannot change
No matter what I do
The tell tale signs of being used
Of being trapped inside of you
You’re a beautiful butterfly
Burned with a branding iron
Onto my outside, into my insides
Is a simple sign
To show off your ownership
Burned into my naked skin
Onto my outside, into my insides
It’s not even love anymore!
It’s just a claim upon my soul
It stains my skin, yeah, and it’s on my breath
And I’m ashamed to get undressed
In front of strangers, in case they see
The tell tale signs that you have left all over me
God damn it, Amy!
You’ll always remind me of scars on my arms
That I know will never fade
And it’s not like it’s something I think about each
And every day
I just occasionally catch myself scratching at them
As if they’d ever go away
But these tell tale signs are here to stay
And in the end, you know, that’s OK
Because you will always be a part
Of my patched up, patchwork, taped up tape deck heart