No Knife Small Of My Back
I turned tail the last time
Hit the door for a space to run free
But I got caught in the brambles
Fingernails at the small of my back
Always…
You sold me down the river
I`m hanging from the rafters
I`m picking up bad habits
Fingernails at the small of my back
Always…
I can`t feel it, I can`t need it
Maybe you can tell me
Why the simple things don`t faze me
Like being o.k. with where I`m at
And fingernails at the small of my back
Always
I can`t feel it, I can`t need it
I can`t feel it, but I can`t shake it
