Right Person, Wrong Time

I hear you in my mind
Calling my name again and again
My hands are willing
But I cannot hold you
When you are covered with razors for skin
You cut me deep
Such pretty scars you leave in the darkest parts of me
In my mind I'm back against the wall
In a grip so tight I fear you will break me
Phantom bruises decorate my skin
As I patiently await the day
Our flames dance side by side again
To caterize the wounds of yesteryear
And the story of me and you
Will burn this town alive
For us to spit on their ashes
And build anew