Pretty Scars

One, two

One, two, three, four

One, two

One, two, three, four

I was born on a Friday back in 1976

To a singer and a teacher

Who at the time were a perfect fit

And they gave me what I needed

To go out on the road

And their song still ring like an echo

I was born on a Saturday back in 1992

I barely even kissed a guy

Until someday I met you

And you played me Leonard Cohen

On a southside bedroom floor

It was then, I knew what the dark was for

And I stay here forever

Like the strum on your first guitar

Time gave me steady wings

Gave me love

Gave me all these pretty scars

I was born on a Wednesday back in 1999

Your heart stopped beating

Right before you were alive

And part of me last with you

In your own-being embrace

I was changed ever since that day

And I stay here forever

Like the gleam on a silver star

Time, like an endless swing

[?] love

Gives me all these pretty scars

They were born, on the first of May

Once and twice again

The tears were streaming

My head in my husband's hands

I thought I knew of love

But kind of knocked you off of your feet

But man, I didn't know anything