CLAWMARKS

Caught in your crosshairs.
Caught in your crosshairs.
Tell me how is that fair.
Now tell me how is that fair?

I loved you so, couldn’t let you go,
Without leaving clawmarks in your heart.
I held on tight, with all my might,
But just left my clawmarks once apart.
I never had control,
But did leave my clawmarks in your heart.
I know what I need to know,
But did you keep my clawmarks in your heart?

Caught in your crosshairs.
(Did you keep my clawmarks in your heart?)
Tell me how is that fair.
Now tell me how is that fair?
(My clawmarks)
Caught in your crosshairs.
(I said it before, you just can’t ignore,)
Tell me how is that fair.
(Crosshairs)
(How I left my clawmarks in your heart.)

Oh —
Ooh, I really wanna tell ya,
The things I think about ya —
Your birthday still on my calendar.

Ooh, nobody else can tell ya,
The way I’m feeling for ya —
Your birthday passes by on my calendar.

Ooh, I’m really hurting for ya,
On the way to California —
Your birthday collecting dust on my calendar.

Ooh, the distance is getting colder,
The past getting older —
Blocks of time gone from my calendar.

Oh,
Oh,
Oh,
My calendar.

Ooh (ooh),
Ooh (ooh),
Ooh (ooh),
My calendar.

Ooh (ooh),
(Caught in your crosshairs)
Ooh (ooh),
(Did you keep my clawmarks in your heart?)
Ooh (ooh),
My calendar.

Oh (oh),
(Caught in your crosshairs)
Oh (oh),
(Did you keep my clawmarks in your heart?)
Oh (oh),
My calendar.

(My clawmarks in your heart)

Reminding you how I fell so hard,
How tight my grip became around your heart,
How long I tried to be by your side,
But all that remains behind is a scar.

(My calendar)
Caught in your crosshairs.
(Clawmarks)
Tell me how is that fair.
Tell me how is that fair.

Caught in your crosshairs.
(You can’t relate, I cannot escape,)
Caught in your crosshairs.
(The feeling of clawmarks in your heart.)
Tell me how is that fair.
(I’m pushed away, (clawmarks) but you’re okay.)
Tell me how is that fair.

I’m the one that’s hurt here,
Left alone to lick my wounds clear,
We’ve reached the final chapter I fear.

It’s not that complicated,
Although you had to make it,
Although you went and made it that way.

And now you poker-face your feelings,
While I lost all my earnings,
We’re walking away with nothing,
Like it’s nothing,
When it’s something,
When it’s something.

Ooh, I wish that I could tell ya,
How angry I was at ya —
Remove your birthday from my calendar.
How angry I am.

(Clawmarks)
(My calendar)
(Caught in your crosshairs)