If i cut you with these scissors
And make it go away
Personal wars we wage
timid hand shakes in wave
I notice things i wouldn't have days ago
The mind is hard to know
So keep your eyes on the road

Hold me like an old friend
Hold me like an omen

 [bad word] 

If i cut you with these scissors
And make it go away
(hold me like an old friend)
Feverish dreams of rage
The [bad word] separate ways
I always knew i wouldn't be here for long
(hold me like an old friend)
The singer, but not the song
The scissors cut deep and long

Hold me like an old friend
Hold me like an omen
Hold me like an old friend
Hold me like an omen