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