Scars / To the New Boyfriend

One
 If I could, I would nail these hands to the edges of stars
 I would sacrifice this body to the sky
 Hoping to resurrect that someone spiteful enough to not care
 This much, about you
 Two
 Staple me to a cross
 Pierce my side with a broken promise and I will bleed
 All the reasons why you deserve one more chance
 Three
 Loving you is the last thing I felt really good at
 Four
 You wanna know how I got these scars?
 Well, I ripped every last piece of you out of my smile
 Five
 I whispered you stardust
 Six
 I spoke you into sunflowers
 Seven
 I dipped my hands in forever
 I touched you infinity
 Treated you as if you were the last molecule of oxygen inside of a gas chamber
 I was good to you
 Eight
 You wanna know how I got these scars?
 I swallowed my pride
 Then it clawed its way out of my mouth
 Nine
 I realized that I was never really your boyfriend
 I was your hype-man
 Ten
 I hope your next boyfriend gets smallpox
 Ten
 Yes I said smallpox
 Ten
 I hate you
 Ten
 But I still miss you
 Ten
 And I still love you
 Ten
 And I still love you
 Ten
 And I still love you
 Ten
 And it's hard for me to count when I get emotional
 Ten
 I heard that over ninety
 I heard that over ninety percent of human interaction is non-verbal so
 Ten
 If I could, I would tie your arms to a daydream
 And then auction you off to my fondest memories
 To the random dude who started dating my ex-girlfriend two days after we broke up
 Yes, I saw that shit on Facebook
 Now, When I realized that you were in a relationship with the girl that I thought I would spend the rest of my life with
 I walked outside
 I said to myself
 "There is no way Ashton Kutcher is gonna catch me off guard."
 I waited 45 minutes, And then I realized there hasn't been a new episode of Punk'd in four years
 So I guess I'm the only practical joke in this entire situation
 One
 The first time I saw you and her in a picture
 I wanted to take my entire arm, shove it inside of the computer
 And snatch the happiness right off of your face
 Two
 If I ever see you in the street
 I might punch you in the throat
 Three
 I apologize in advance
 And I know, that it makes no sense to have this much anger
 Towards a man that I've never met face-to-face
 But my definition of love is being robbed in an alley
 Eight times in a row and hoping there's
 Something about today that makes all of this different
 There is nothing logical
 About cutting off the most important parts of yourself
 And putting them inside of hands that shake, that tremble
 That crack like a Haitian sidewalk
 Four
 There is nothing rational about love
 Love stutters when it gets nervous
 Love trips over its own shoelaces
 Love is clumsy, and my heart refuses to wear a helmet
 Five
 Cupid is fucking irresponsible
 And I'm tired of him using me for target practice
 Six
 I was told that time heals all wounds
 But what exactly do you do on days
 When it feels like the hands on your clock have arthritis?
 Seven
 She always wore her heart on her sleeve
 So tell me, why the hell do you look so familiar?
 Eight
 I think I've seen you somewhere in her smile
 Like I've heard your voice in her laughter
 I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints we would only find yours
 Nine
 I have this envelope
 It's full of all the butterflies that I felt the first time
 She smiled in my direction
 I think most of them are still alive
 I guess these belong to you too