I miss you, sometimes.

Sometimes the things I see

Sometimes the things I hear

Sometimes the things that I do

Remind me of you.

I miss you sometimes but, not all the time.

Sometimes you'd look into my eyes and tell me lies

Sometimes the memories hurt but I spit in the dirt

Sometimes I wish we never met

But I'm not calling you a regret.

I miss you, sometimes.

Sometimes when I wake up

Sometimes when I dream

Sometimes when I lay in bed alone

Hoping you'll pick up the phone.

I miss you sometimes but, not all the time.

Sometimes they'll speak of you

Sometimes I'll listen

Sometimes they call you a lesson

But honestly you were a blessing.

I miss you, sometimes.

Sometimes it's best to let go

Sometimes it's ok to hold on

Sometimes I forget that you're gone

And all I can do is move on.

I miss you sometimes but, not all the time

Sometimes I wish I were dead

Sometimes I wonder who's in your bed

Despite all the lies I've been fed

I hope it gets to your head

That without me you'll be nothing instead.

Once a cutter, always a cutter

That's what they'd mutter

Without a stutter.

The knife cuts my skin like butter

The pain makes my stomach flutter

Blood flowing under.

I think about my mother

And all the times she made supper

While my brother looked for his lover

Hoping she wasn't discovered.

The color of love

Is the color of blood

And when push comes to shove

All I do is give up.

Because I'm the cutter

And when it's uncovered

It looks like I suffered.

But my mind's in the gutter

And life is a fucker

And you can't use a rubber

And everything's a bummer

And people get dumber.

So call me the cutter

Just don't become her

Because once a cutter

Always a cutter.