I, THE ARSONIST "To Write Love on Her Arms" ( ) = screamed [spoken] She smiles "Tell them to look up Tell them to remember the stars" Oh I'd rather write her a song Because songs don't wait to resolve (And they mean so much more to her) Than stories that wait for endings Songs are brave things, bold enough to (Sing when all they know is darkness) These words, written next to midnight Between hurricane and harbor (As both claim to save her) Her arms remember razor blades With fifty self-inflicted wounds Everyone's sleeping, sun's rising And she drinks long from a bottle And takes a blade from the table She locks herself in the bathroom Using the blade to carve the words "Fuck up" into her left forearm The center won't take her at all For the next five days, she is ours (Ours to love, we're her hospital) Possibility of healing It fills our living room with life (It's unspoken, we'll be her church) And the body of Christ, coming Alive to meet all of her needs (To write love on her arms) Her arms remember razor blades With fifty self-inflicted wounds Everyone's sleeping, sun's rising And she drinks long from a bottle And takes a blade from the table She locks herself in the bathroom Using the blade to carve the words "Fuck up" into her left forearm [screamed] And here she is full of contrast More alive and closer to death Than anyone I've ever known And more like a Johnny Cash song Her life has been so dark and yet There is some soft hope in her words The prettiest girls in the room Tell her that she is beautiful It's God reminding her Her arms remember razor blades With fifty self-inflicted wounds Everyone's sleeping, sun's rising And she drinks long from a bottle And takes a blade from the table She locks herself in the bathroom Using the blade to carve the words "Fuck up" into her left forearm She hands me her last razor blade The same one she cut herself with And did her last lines of cocaine Only five nights before tonight I have watched life come back to her And we pray prayers of rescue We often ask God to show up He told us to be that rescue It's been simple, take a broken girl Treat her like a famous princess Give her the best seats in the house Buy her coffee and cigarettes And buy her books and bathroom things Sit her down, tell her something true When all she's ever known are lies She was made to dance in white dress [spoken] She finishes "The stars are always there But we miss them in the dirt and clouds We miss them in the storms Tell them to remember hope We have hope" TO WRITE LOVE ON HER ARMS This song is based on the story posted on To Write Love on Her Arms' website. You really should read the whole thing. It's for a great cause. When my band finishes the song, I'll post it here.