| And are the doctors dancing in While the ambulances sing Another boy without a sharper knife The moment, that's where I Kill the conversation Wrap this up With a knife that loves to feel How do you know how deep to go before it's real Take me home Can I even complicate your breathing I guess I'm just your average boy This is me With a knife in the back And a grip on the grass It's cold and I don't want to be here I guess I'm never comfortable or situational |
