Bruises and Stains
Mark Ambor
You never know a good thing till it passes
Till it lights you up and leaves you in its ashes
It's always hiding money
Underneath the mattress for a rainy day
And I wish that I could find a way to slow down
Help the kid I used to know maybe find his way back out
All the callous of the world has dragged his soul down
But who is to blame?
I wanna sing all the words of a sinner
I wanna live by the words of a saint
Give all my love to the world like my mother
Finding the pleasure in the pain
I want the devil to yell on my shoulder
I want the angel to call him insane
I wanna look at myself in the mirror
Proud of my bruises and my stains
And I'm trying to make friends with all the anger
So I go outside 'cause maybe I could walk off all the hurt
You know pale skin always tans after a sunburn
So life is good
I wanna sing all the words of a sinner
I wanna live by the words of a saint
Give all my love to the world like my mother
Finding the pleasure in the pain
I want the devil to yell on my shoulder
I want the angel to call him insane
I wanna look at myself in the mirror
Proud of my bruises and my stains
Mm, mm-mm
Oh
Proud of my bruises and my stains
(Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) Oh-oh, oh-oh
Maybe I'm not, not what you want me to be
(Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
Maybe there's more to the story that you'll never see
(Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
I'll never run with the sinners, and I'm no saint
(Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
I gotta learn how to live with my bruises and stains
(Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
Oh, I gotta learn how to live with my bruises and stains
I gotta learn how to live with my bruises and stains
