I wish that I could stop it
And take it all back
I'd give anything to see them again
To feel the warmth of their conversations
To feel security
To never have to worry
To know that they were there and never leaving
Just five more minutes with no second guessing
Another small moment where it doesn't exist
Where we don't need names, just the company we're in
It's a specific kind of hurt we find ourselves in
Me, myself, I and all of my sins
We want to write you off
Like we're just cutting the fat
But the truth is every breath, I feel that knife in my back.
The empty where I find myself isn't empty
It's full of words I wish I said
When I was lost in the aether the first ten times
Now I've said too much
Written too many songs
Never stopped to deal
With how abandoned I feel
Isolate myself so that I can't be hurt
Second guess every one of your words
Fall into a moment with a smile I can trust
For five seconds, say my name's good enough
I'd do anything to feel like a person
Dreams should be an escape, and not a prison.
Mother, when you lie down,
Can you still see the knife?
When he says he loves you,
Can you still see the knife?
When you say you miss me,
Can you still see the knife?
When you deny any guilt,
Can you still see the knife?
I CAN STILL SEE THE KNIFE
No 426 Brown Street in front of me
Because when I think of you,
The knife is all that I see.
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