Knives

Cut my skin wide open and throw away the rest
Then cut up my legs and put the blade into my chest
You
Always know
What's
Best

Put your hand over my mouth and put me to the test
Every-time I speak you say shut up and then protest
How
Can you love me
When you hate things I address

My words fill up the jar of hate inside your little head
So why do you allow me to sleep in your bed
If you want this to end then tell me that the date is set
Cause' I don't want to wait and see just who wins this bet

So go to bed
Rest your little head
This will all be over when these memories are dead
So take your knife
Put it back into my chest
Twist it back and forth and put your words inside my head

My words fill up the jar of hate inside your little head
So why do you allow me to sleep in your bed
If you want this to end then tell me that the date is set
Cause' I don't want to wait and see just who wins this bet

So go to bed
Rest your little head
This will all be over when these memories are dead
So take your knife
Put it back into my chest
Twist it back and forth and put your words inside my head
Inside my head