This Tattoo (By Paisley Yankolovich)

It made perfect sense at the time
We were just kids weren’t we?
The skin was so soft and pliable
But still the needles burned

Time wore on and the pictures changed
Young turned to stupid
Art turned to folly and embarassment
And still the needles burned.

I wonder if there was a way
To have This Tattoo removed
If I’d do it
I wonder if there was a way
To forget about you
If I’d do it

I wonder if there was away
To erase most of my life
If I’d do it
I wonder if there was a way
To have This Tattoo removed
If I’d do it

The skin was too soft
I had to do something

 

Jesus can You tell me what’s the point?
You were standing right there
While I defiled my body with glee
And watched the needles burn

Did it remind you of Your time on the cross?
When the wounds weren’t elective
But mine were by the choices I made
Oh, that must have made You burn

I wonder if there was a way
To have This Tattoo removed
If I’d do it
I wonder if there was a way
To forget about you
If I’d do it

I wonder if there was away
To erase most of my life
If I’d do that too

I wonder if there was a way
To have This Tattoo removed
If I’d do it

The skin was too soft
I had to do something