He left a card, a bar of soap and a scrub-bing brush next to a note that said, 'use these down to your bones'. And be-fore I knew, I had shi-ny skin and it felt ea-sy be-ing clean like him I thought, this one knows bet-ter than I do. A tri-an-gle try'n to squeeze through a cir -cle. He tried to cut me so I'd fit. And does-n't that sound fa-mi- liar? Does-n't that hit too close to home? Does-n't that make you shiv- er, the way things could- 've gone? And does-n't it feel pe-cu- liar when ev-'ry one wants a lit- tle more? So that I do re-mem- ber to ne-ver go that far, could you leave me with a scar? So the next one came with a bag of treats She smelled like su-gar and spoke like the sea and she told me, 'don't trust them trust me'. Then she pulled at my stit-ches one by one, looked at my in-sides click-ing her tounge and said 'This will all have to come un-done'. A tri-an-gle try'n to squeeze through a cir -cle. She tried to blunt me so I'd fit. And does-n't that sound fa-mi- liar? Does-n't that hit too close to home? Does-n't that make you shiv- er, the way things could- 've gone? And does-n't it feel pe-cu- liar when ev-'ry one wants a lit- tle more? So that I do re-mem- ber to ne-ver go that far, could you leave me with a scar? And I real-ised just in time, al-though my old self was hard to find You can bathe me in your fin-est wine but I'll ne-ver give you mine. Cause I'm a lit-tle bit tired of fear-ing that I'll be the bad fruit that no-bo-dy buys. Tell me, did you think we'd all dream the same? And does-n't that sound fa-mi- liar? Does-n't that hit too close to home? Does-n't that make you shiv- er, the way things could- 've gone? And does-n't it feel pe-cu- liar when ev-'ry one wants a lit- tle more? So that I do re-mem- ber to ne-ver go that far, could you leave me with a scar? Could you leave me with a scar? Could you leave me with a scar? Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh