My Knife, Your Throat

And the picture frames are facing down
I'm running from the truth, distorted images of you
And you insist that you were right but the facts show you were wrong
I'm holding my ground

You think this is some sort of game and you need to get your story straight right now, this time
There's got to be a better way you hang the suit to fit the frame right now, this time

And the shadows crowd these careless thoughts
To you I can't describe and you're always on my mind
I did it all for love thats what she said, and the end is on it's way

You think this is some sort of game and you need to get your story straight right now, this time
There's got to be a better way you hang the suit to fit the frame right now, this time

This is my sanctuary if you want my trust just tell me
I can't solve the problem when there's nothing wrong
This starts a brand new morning
Wake up to hear the warning
We can't ignore it when it's been so long

Throw open windows and the doors I'll give my best you'll ask for more
What we put together you'll just pull apart
I'll raise my voice you still won't hear it's becoming harder to stay sincere
Can't put behind us what we never left
What we never left
What we never left
What we never left

My knife, your throat. (x6)