Comparing Scars

 “I made it to my wedding two hours late

Church bells ringing in my ears,

 “Me and the boys were drinking

it up the night before

“Cheers to my wedding or my wake?”

Everybody knows the story

He’s been telling it now for years

Some habits die easy and some die hard

And heartbreak junkies love comparing scars

With a halo perched upon his head

He stabs the knife through his heart 

Some habits die easy some die hard

Now wait a minute she say’s

…It’s all a bit confusing where do I start?”

Somebody please shut his mouth

She hates to talk about him, but she always does

“I should have killed that queen of hearts”

She only drinks when he’s feeling happy

He only drinks when she’s feeling down

Some habits die easy and some die hard

And heartbreak junkies they love comparing scars

With a halo perched upon her head

She stabs the knife through her heart

Some habits die easy some die hard

Twenty-five years of not being together

No-one’s ever seen them apart

Some habits die easy and some die hard

And heartbreak junkies they love comparing scars

With a halo perched upon their heads

They stab the knife into their heart 

Some habits die easy and some die hard

And heartbreak junkies

They love comparing scars
They love comparing scars

Heartbreak junkies love comparing scars

© Ê LEE HÄWKINS

A Jones For Self‑Destruction is a dark Americana / alt‑country EP — four songs from the quieter, rougher corners. If you’re into gritty storytelling and folk‑noir shadows, give it a listen.