Knife and the Bandaid
King of the material, the bed, and the game
You had something real, got fucking scared
So, you had to trade me for them
You had to trade me for them
Hit every girl in FIDI in your 48th high rise
You'd rather keep it shallow than go too deep
The red flags were all there
I tried to make them green
You broke me, you fixed me, and stitched me back together
Again, and again and again
Keep searching for me in other people
When you just could've come home
You were the knife and the bandaid all along
Keep searching for me in other people
When you just could've come home
You were the knife and the bandaid all along
And now I'm gone
I kept apologizing for my blood
Even though I saw it on your hands
It's too bad you can't feel anything
When you got your clothes on
You broke me, you fixed me, and stitched me back together
Again, and again and again
Keep searching for me in other people
When you just could've come home
You were the knife and the bandaid all along
Keep searching for me in other people
When you just could've come home
You were the knife and the bandaid all along
And now I'm gone
I wonder did you feel those daggers in your chest
I wanted you to feel just half the pain
I wonder if you miss me
I wonder if you care
Or did you just put a line right through my name?
Babe
Keep searching for me in other people
When you just could've come home
You were the knife and the bandaid all along
Keep searching for me in other people
When you just could've come home
You were the knife and the bandaid all along
And now I'm gone
You had something real, got fucking scared
So, you had to trade me for them
You had to trade me for them
Hit every girl in FIDI in your 48th high rise
You'd rather keep it shallow than go too deep
The red flags were all there
I tried to make them green
You broke me, you fixed me, and stitched me back together
Again, and again and again
Keep searching for me in other people
When you just could've come home
You were the knife and the bandaid all along
Keep searching for me in other people
When you just could've come home
You were the knife and the bandaid all along
And now I'm gone
I kept apologizing for my blood
Even though I saw it on your hands
It's too bad you can't feel anything
When you got your clothes on
You broke me, you fixed me, and stitched me back together
Again, and again and again
Keep searching for me in other people
When you just could've come home
You were the knife and the bandaid all along
Keep searching for me in other people
When you just could've come home
You were the knife and the bandaid all along
And now I'm gone
I wonder did you feel those daggers in your chest
I wanted you to feel just half the pain
I wonder if you miss me
I wonder if you care
Or did you just put a line right through my name?
Babe
Keep searching for me in other people
When you just could've come home
You were the knife and the bandaid all along
Keep searching for me in other people
When you just could've come home
You were the knife and the bandaid all along
And now I'm gone
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Writer(s): Camila Brooks
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