Love the Knives

I was sad, I was sad as hell when you wouldn't pick up my calls
I guess the fate was to separate, the writing was on the wall
You had a list of enemies longer than I'd ever seen
So I was not surprised to find you'd decided to hate me
Bury me, bury me today in this homemade bag of meat
And take a guess at the lies I made about you in my sleep
Yummy, yummy, yummy feeling inside
It's that old familiar sting
I am ashamed of the mess I made when I pushed that steel in
I am ashamed of the mess I made when I pushed that steel in

The buzz was second-rate
A sign that this might be abuse
Buyer's remorse
Takes us to new lows
Hurry up and see what takes
A new nemesis
And it's reciprocated
In a sharp terminal exchange of words

You want it
You need it
Love the knives
Love the knives

Endorphins flood in fast
It's a sad orgasm in a tepid bath
Of fear, self-pity and shame
Rinse and repeat till fade
I must admit it's tempting to appeal to your good sense
But you know your truth and I can't be arsed

You want it
You made it
Believe it
Love the knives
Love the knives

Victim A
Followed by lies, followed by misdirection
Victim A
Followed by lies, followed by misdirection