Pretty Scars

One, two
One, two, three, four
One, two
One, two, three, four

I was born on a Friday back in 1976
To a singer and a teacher
Who at the time were a perfect fit
And they gave me what I needed
To go out on the road
And their song still rings like an echo

I was born on a Saturday back in 1992
I barely even kissed a guy
Until someday I met you
And you played me Leonard Cohen
On a southside bedroom floor
It was then, I knew what the dark was for

And I stay here forever
Like the strum on your first guitar
Time gave me steady wings
Gave me love
Gave me all these pretty scars

I was born on a Wednesday back in 1999
Your heart stopped beating
Right before you were alive
And part of me last with you
In your own-being embrace
I was changed ever since that day

And I stay here forever
Like the gleam on a silver star
Time, like an endless swing
? gives me love
Gives me all these pretty scars

They were born, on the first of May
Once and twice again
The tears were streaming
My head in my husband's hands
I thought I knew of love
But kind of knocked you off of your feet
But man, I didn't know anything