Dashboard Confessional - This Old Wound lyrics

I've been bleeding well from this old wound

Cleaning it with salt, so it will still feel new

And sometimes eyes turn black

And sometimes scars are tracks

But every time you're gone

I wish that you'd come back

And everyone watched me waste myself

And everyone cheered at last

And 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

Well I've been savoring what I can't hold

A blind belief in goodness that doesn't seem to show

And I've been bleeding well from this old wound

Cleaning it with salt, so it will still feel new