Dashboard Confessional - This Old Wound

Well I've been bleeding well from this old wound,
Cleaning it with salt so it will still feel new
Sometimes eyes turn black and sometimes scars are tracks
But everytime you're gone I wish that you'd come back

And everyone watched me waste myself
Everyone cheered at last
All of them found it comforting
It's better it's me, than them I think I'm doing well from what they say
They've taken both my belt and shoelaces away
Well I believe in luck, I think I do
Well I believe for sure, if ever I saw you

I've been fanning flames from these old coals
Feeding them with tender and hoping they will grow
And I've been savoring, what I can't hold
A blind belief in goodness, that doesn't seem to show

I've been bleeding well, from this old wound
Cleaning it with salt, so it will still feel new