Your name on my arm isn't where it once was
As the skin starts to age it starts moving because
Of a process that's slowing the blood in my veins
But I'd go through the whole thing again and again
And although the tattoo may fade
It still shows the decisions I've made
I'd make them all again
I remember how long it took for the healing
This artist's impression of my abstract feeling
I do not profess to be brave or be strong
I just know you're the one thing I didn't get wrong
When I look in the mirror it's deeply confusing
The marks and the scars the dead skin and the bruising
Despite this I don't find it hard to confess
You're the one thing in my life that isn't a mess
I'd do everything the same
And I'll take all the blame
It's too late to change