Flesh wound, flesh wound With medication it will fade Should I assume That someone hears me when I pray? Love, full of hate Don't you love How I break? Don't let them throw me away! (Aah-ha) Keep me and I'll be okay! (Aah-ha) Skipping a beat, but it plays! (Aah-ha) Don't let them throw me away! (Aah-ha) Don't let them throw me away! Screwed up, used up Crumple lying on the floor Fucked up, shut up All you did back then was score I'm feeling weak Missing parts Incomplete! Don't let them throw me away! (Aah-ha) Keep me and I'll be okay! (Aah-ha) Skipping a beat, but it plays! (Aah-ha) Don't let them throw me away! (Aah-ha) Don't let them throw me away! Hold me up into the light Fix the cracks and fix them right Keep the pieces in the drawer Keep them there forever more Wake a million thoughts someday Recycle this shit in someway And all that I have to say Don't let them throw me away Don't let them throw me away! (Aah-ha) Keep me and I'll be okay! (Aah-ha) Skipping a beat, but it plays! (Aah-ha) Don't let them throw me away! (Aah-ha) Don't let them throw me away!

Baby's born on the bathroom floor Her mother prays that it'll never cry But nothing's wrong, you've got your prom dress on When they ask you'll say "It isn't mine" You know they're gonna know you lied Why the hell don't you throw yourself away You know they're gonna burn it down Wash my hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you out Wash my hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you Why the hell don't you throw yourself away You know they're gonna burn it down So keep the way you feel anonymous And hide it all until the day you die Your secret's safe, at least you thought it was But you can only keep it for a little while And now you're terrified Why the hell don't you throw yourself away You know they're gonna burn it down Wash my hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you out Wash my hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you Why the hell don't you throw yourself away You know they're gonna burn it down Baby's born on the bathroom floor Her mother prays that it'll never cry But nothing's wrong, you've got your prom dress on When they ask you'll say "It isn't mine" And damn you for thinking we will never know And damn you for thinking we would never mind Only reason that you made it this far You never asked Him but you never tried Why the hell don't you throw yourself away Why the hell don't you blow yourself away You know they're gonna burn it down Wash my hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you out Wash my hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you Wash my hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you out Wash my hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you Why the hell don't you blow yourself away You know they're gonna burn it down