Stitches on Hearts
I thought that I'd been hurt before
Robbie Stacey Valentino has had twice as many heartbreaks than all of friends combined.
But no one's ever left me quite this sore
None of them had hurt more than Wendy. Until now.
Your words cut deeper than a knife
What Wendy didn't know was that her words always killed him inside, and made him spiral deeper and deeper into his emo façade
Now I need someone to breathe me back to life
He needed someone. Anyone. He was all alone.
Got a feeling that I'm going under
He was in over his head, trying to make anything with Tambry work.
But I know that I'll make it out alive
As long as he wasn't alone. Anything but the constant reminder that he was undeserving of anyone's love.
If I quit calling you my lover
He just had to use Tambry until he found someone as fucked up as him.
Move on
But he couldn't. He wasn't strong enough.
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
She ran. She ran as hard and as fast as she could. Her breath was heaving and trailing in her wake.
Shaking, falling onto my knees
She ran away from that bastard until she couldn't anymore. She fell as she was skidding down a hill.
And now that I'm without your kisses
Robbie wasn't there to kiss her cuts and bruises like before. She had slammed into too many trees to count, all hitting her before she could protect herself.
I'll be needing stitches
But she knew she wouldn't get to any hospital in time.
Tripping over myself,
When she tried to get up, she collapsed.
Aching, begging you to come help
"Robbie, please help m-" she tried to type, but she hurt too much all over and she dropped her phone so she could look at the stars.
And now that I'm without your kisses
She was all alone, just like she feared she would be.
I'll be needing stitches
But even modern medicine couldn't fix a shattered spine...
Just like a moth drawn to a flame
He felt clueless. He had no idea where she was or when she would be back. She was coming back, she wasn't dead.
Oh, you lured me in, I couldn't sense the pain
She was like a siren. She had-has- a great voice. He felt numb at her fake funeral.
Your bitter heart cold to the touch
She always was cynical. More so than him, and that was an impressive feat. The body that couldn't be hers (because she was still alive) was cold as ice.
"Now I'm gonna reap what I sow
I'm left seeing red on my own"
He wrote a song about how she left him. How he was angry at her for leaving him alone, like he feared.
And just like that, his false hope that she may be alive was shattered.
Got a feeling that I'm going under
He was on anti-depression pills. He was miserable. They didn't work, so he tried a few more than his dose to see if it would help.
But I know that I'll make it out alive
He knew he hadn't overdosed enough to kill himself. Just enough to ease the pain for a few hours. That's all he wanted.
If I quit calling you my lover
But... He realized he loved her all along.
And move on
And he couldn't. Because her soul already did.
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
She was watching him cut. She had to be watching. He was doing it for her.
Shaking, falling onto my knees
He felt so weak. He was on his knees, crying and praying for his life to end by something other than his own hand.
And now that I'm without your kisses
No more awkward walking-hugs that bugged the twerp so much.
I'll be needing stitches
His arms were mangled. He had to wear his hoodie no matter what at all times.
Tripping over myself,
He tripped as he fell to the ground, blinded by his tears.
Aching, begging you to come help
His soul ached. He needed Tambry!
And now that I'm without your kisses
No more public make-out sessions just to bother everybody else.
I'll be needing stitches
Now, his heart really did need stitches.
"Needle and the thread,
Gotta get you out of my head
Needle and the thread,
Gonna wind up dead"
More and more dark and seemingly meaningless lyrics poured out of his brooding mind.
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
Now he'd done it. He cut too much. He sliced open his most important wrist vessel. He was gonna die alone, like his heart already had. His breathing was slowing down.
Shaking, falling onto my knees
He fell to his knees, too weak to stand anymore.
And now that I'm without your kisses
No more... No more...
I'll be needing stitches
But he knew he would never get to any hospital in time.
Tripping over myself,
When he tried to get to the phone, he collapsed again and just jostled more blood out of his useless wrist.
Aching, begging you to come help
"Please just let me be with Tambers... If I gotta go, let me go to her." He pleaded. He wasn't a religious teen, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to try.
And now that I'm without your kisses
Maybe he would have more once he died.
I'll be needing stitches
But even modern medicine couldn't have fixed a lacerated wrist. Or stitched a heart back together.
