Kitchen Knife

Shalala your love is a kitchen knife Empty cupboards singing turtlenecked lies Shalala show me all those things you like Like drowning feelings out in purple dye You did your best, the worst you can Laughing at my severed hand Shave my head, make me a man Do your worst, the best you can Shalala shoot the breeze and still miss every time Shut the windows but they will still slip by Shalala dream of me and wish that I'd reply In the meantime settle for the next in line You did your best, the worst you can Laughing at my severed hand Shave my head, make me a man I've survived the worst you can Somewhere rusting in the sink Are the thoughts of you I think Should I throw our pictures out or keep on Wishing them away? Like the trees out in the yard Our song is never very far Far from range That's why I'm wishing you I'm wishing you away Oh I'm wishing you away I'm wishing you away