Ian Curtis from Ceiling Patterns by Alyssa Rueckert

We each had our awful days
I wanted to take care of you
When you smiled at my burning face
I guess that's when I knew
There's a scar on my face
Under my eye
You can only see it if I smile
There's a scar on my thigh
There's a scar on my back
I don't know why I'm all caught up on that

Why does my skin burn?
Will I ever learn?

Ask me how I've been
I'll have to give it some thought
Ask me who I am
I'll tell you all about who I'm not
And I guess I'm staying in tonight
I might as well just stay in tonight
It's not like there's anywhere I'd go
It's not like there's anything else I know

Why does my skin burn?
Will I ever learn?

And you said that there was something about me
Something good
Something rare
I would rip the heart out of my chest
But there's nothing there
But you know I'm such a pretty girl!
That's what your mom once said to me
Well tell your mother that she was wrong
I'm not much of anything

And I'm trying to find some little pieces of joy
Laughing with nail polish boys
But Ian Curtis died
And I'm afraid that I
Can't hear the music
In the noise

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