Bullets Blades & Rope

Hope you make your way back home Be a shame if when you got there it was gone And all the friends you held on to Never stuck around to see you through Maybe you deserve it Maybe you don’t Feeling the noose tighten round your throat Some act better than they are Can’t face the mirror without the scars Trade their face in for a mask To avoid the questions they can’t ask Maybe they deserve it Maybe they don’t Starting to dance at the end of their rope Can’t see the bullet staring down the scope Can’t see the knife at the back of your throat Whether it’s the crosshairs or whether it’s the blade We all gotta lie in the bed that we’ve made Maybe it’s a bullet Or a knife in the back Just waiting on the train laying on the track Maybe we deserve it Maybe we don’t Feeling the noose tighten round our throats