Knives Out Whistle Past The Graveyard
I am giving up and giving in
To the unknown, what might have been
Out of my hands, out of control
Out of my mind, a strangle hold
Oh if I look back now
I'll only wish I were dead
I remember too much
Everything you said
Granted a wish, you left me for dead
Spit in my face, talked shit about me
Sold down the river
Cast out to sea
I am at a loss, nothing to gain
Bled into day, mouthful of sand
Under the sun, burnt out my eyes
Pulled out my heart, left bleeding out
Oh as I look back now
I know I'd be better off dead
You led me into a house on fire
Promised me your sweet desire
Chasing love down a lonely street
Where desperation and dead ends meet
Manic depression moves in like a storm
Dressed up for my funeral, torn and worn
I walk at night, all alone
And whistle past the graveyard
Bled into day, mouthful of sand
Under the sun, burnt out my eyes
Pulled out my heart, left bleeding out
I know I'd be better off dead
Cut my teeth with heartbroken bones
We couldn't do it together
And I can't do it alone
A love letter to the hangman from you
Licked shut and sealed with a kiss
Oh, as I look back now
I know I'd be better off dead
