Stitches - Dionne Bromfield

I thought that I’ve been hurt before

But no one’s ever left me quite this sore

Your words cut deeper than a knife

Now I need someone to breathe me back to life

Got a feeling that I’m going under

But I know that I’ll make it out alive

If I quit calling you my lover

Move on

You watch me bleed until I can’t breathe, shaking

Falling onto my knees

And now that I’m without your kisses

I’ll be needing stitches

Tripping over myself, aching

Begging you to come help

And now that I’m without your kisses

I’ll be needing stitches

I’ll be needing stitches

I’ll be needing stitches

Just like a moth drawn to a flame

Oh, you lured me in I couldn’t sense the pain

Your bitter heart, cold to the touch

Now I’m gonna reap what I sow

I’m left seeing red on my own

Got a feeling that I’m going under

But I know that I’ll make it out alive

If I quit calling you my lover

Move on

You watch me bleed until I can’t breathe, shaking

Falling onto my knees

And now that I’m without your kisses

I’ll be needing stitches

Tripping over myself, aching

Begging you to come help

And now that I’m without your kisses

I’ll be needing stitches

I’ll be needing stitches

I’ll be needing stitches

I’ll be needing stitches