In your green dress I could see The border of a topographic map You scribbled on your thigh Of all the places you with you'd never been Little regrets raised From the surface of your skin So call them cat scratches and I'll help you lick your wounds But I'm no white knight I just played one in my head Misogynistic, young, and stupid Idea of what it meant to help When I couldn't help myself So call them cat scratches And take the weekend for yourself Maybe it was enough just to Hold ourselves together I should have been trying to figure out Where I fit into all of this But I thought I knew better