You tell me the pain in my chest will subside

And I’ll forget I ever felt this way

Yet here I am, heartsick, regretful, and betrayed

With you, the filthy surgeon standing over where I lay

I’m vulnerable lying on the operating table

You have scissors and other sharp things in your hands

I cry as you carelessly carve into my skin

But you hush me and hug me and act like you understand

The wound you try to heal only grows worse

You say this is an important operation, but will it work?

Only a bandage covers where I still hurt

Underneath you’ll still see the broken heart and its bloody artwork

Just take your money and run

Take back the pills you prescribe that have no effect

Rip off the bandage and let my dejected heart bleed out

Because no medicine or surgery can cure the girl you left