Regina J. was an art student I dated a long time ago. A million years ago, it seems like. She had this exquisite tattoo on her shoulder of Alice gazing through a looking glass to see herself reflected as the Queen of Hearts. She sculpted mostly. Industrial stuff - definitely not marketable to anyone mainstream. But she didn't give a shit.
We dated for a few months. Actually, "dated" would be a rather generous term. We fought some. A lot. About politics, about movies, about art, about other men or women. We would literally scream at each other at the top of our lungs while our faces were inches apart. But it would only be a matter of time before I'd grab her by her hair or she'd shove me against a wall.
Needless to say, it was a fairly frenzied couple of months.
Anyway, I unzipped the guitar case and found a sheet of spiral notebook paper with a song I'd written for her. It was from my early "three chords of crap" period. Not quite power-ballad, not quite bubblegum punk. Just self-important bullshit.
But I humbly present to you "Show Me Where It Hurts". For Regina.
Don't hide behind that bandage
Can't numb it with that pill
I feel a little greedy
but I promise I won't kill
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Take your finger off the trigger
I'll take my hands off your throat
Who are you trying to fool?
I read your suicide note
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(chorus)
Show me where it hurts
tell me where it bleeds
let's take off all our clothes
and find out where it leads
tell me where it bleeds
let's take off all our clothes
and find out where it leads
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Don't you like it when I scratch?
Do you like it when bite?
candle wax and razor blades
I love it when you fight
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(repeat chorus)
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Let's get you in the shower
and wash off all that pain
some of yours & some of mine
half-naked in the rain
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(repeat chorus)
