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