This tattoo, it’ such an old wound.
A permanent reminder of you.
And just like your memory, it can’t be easily removed.
It can undo.
My flesh is permanently stained by these memories of you. In blue.
I forever wear you on my sleeve. You’re just a memory. And you still haunt me.
The last thing that I want to do is give you another melody ripped from deep inside of me.
But old tattoos and rhythm and blues keep reminding me what you put me through.
© Michael Salamone – Salatone Recordings – Michael Salamone Publishing