Scratch, Pick, and Peel

She’s wrapped up his arms
And she smiles back
Now you’re left alone
She’s not missing you at all

So your stomach twists
And you feel so sick
But time is on your side
Pretty soon it will all subside

He kisses her on the lips
And she smiles back
Thoughts of you are gone
She’s not missing you at all

Copper taste in your mouth
Got to spit her out
Open wounds will heal
She’ll become a scab just scratch, pick, and peel…

*Feel Better Now*