Lyrics and translation
Original
I killed you off with two hands and I meant it
A kid in my memories
You died on the plank
I held you down slow
And I buried you out on the moon
What was I thinking?
Your shadow is glued on all my ceilings
Fucked up my hands throwing knives at a ghost
Don′t know how it happened, but it did
"You've lost a lot of blood," the doctor said
Is this who I am now?
I take care of myself, I cast a spell in my bedroom
I asked the moon to hurt you over and over again
I take care of myself, I never needed nobody
Yeah, I fell asleep with a candle burning on accident
Aren′t you sorry? Aren't you sick?
I prayed for death with a stuffed dog on my bed
Tried to bring it up once, swore I'd never try again
Salt stained pillow, twenty years later I can′t forgive, mm
I can′t forgive, I can't, I can′t, I can't, I can′t
(Never have and I never will) I can't forgive
I can′t, I can't, I can't forgive you
(Tiny sword, tiny hands, tiny bed)
I can′t forgive you, I can′t, I can't forgive you, I won′t
(I'll draw my sword any chance that I get)
Any chance I get, any chance
I′ve got reasons for the way that I am
Tiny sword, tiny hands, tiny bed
"You've lost a lot of blood," they all said
Tiny sword, tiny hands, tiny bed
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Description
It's like reading a diary written between nightmares and spells cast in the moonlight. This isn't about drama, it's about exorcising old feelings - with sharp edges and salt on the pillow. Everything inside the song is sharp, strange, childish in places, but that's what makes it especially painful. Because even after twenty years, a toy sword in your hand can be heavier than a real one.