salt in the wound

I'm not sure what I'm doing this for
But I think that I thought there was a prize
When you walked through the door
And you poured out your heart I suddenly realized
That all of my words
Are salt in the wound
And you're scabbing over ever so slow
And all of these days
In this winter haven
Stay warm when the snow falls
There's no way to tell you're alive
Unless you bleed through the snow
All of this red has bled through the purity
Of this confounded cold

I'm not sure what I'm doing this for
But I think I thought I saw the sign
When your heart exploded on the operating table
I knew that I wished it were mine
That all of my words
Are salt in the wound
And you're scabbing over ever so slow
And all of these days
In this winter haven
Stay warm when the end comes