She said my name like she knew my scars
Lit a match beneath my heart of tar
Every word she spoke felt rehearsed
Sweet as comfort, sharp as curse
He sees her face but lose the frame
Every moment ends the same
And he forgot why she came
She said my name like she knew my scars
Lit a match beneath Natalie’s eyes
Was she mercy or design?
A friend, a stranger, both entwined
He sees her face but lose the frame
Every moment ends the same
And he forgot why she came