Your heart's been used   As target practice   But I'm not the one   Holding onto that gun   (?)   With tears and silence      And save yourself   From the scars that wrap   Around your wrist   And keep you numb      I can't rewrite   The soundtrack to your dreams   But I'll sing you to sleep      There's irony to this story   When I can let go   Of someone who just    Wouldn't hold on   And we've become   Just another young tragedy      And save yourself   From the scars that wrap   Around your wrist   And keep you numb      I can't rewrite   The soundtrack to your dreams   But I'll sing you to sleep      Do you find safety in numbers   And wonder what's in between   Seventeen and me?   Do you cry aloud      (Save yourself   From the scars that wrap   Around your wrist   And keep you numb)      My sweet pessimist      I can't rewrite   The soundtrack to your dreams      No, I can't rewrite   The soundtrack to your dreams   But I'll sing you to sleep