The Knife

Point’s so sharp that it cannot feel

Has two sides. Which one’s real?

Get thrown over and pulled from the school

Break a hand, hands of fools

Should’ve known better in daylight’s burn

Restless depths, of darking yearns

Hushing words from a silver tongue

The restless winds to willing ears

Should have known, living in a storm

You’d act like thunder and shift your form

The knife you, the knife on

Cut me free, let me go

The knife you, the knife on

Cut me deep, send me home

Fighter flash over fever escape

Underwater dream took the bait

Could have been the one that slipped from the hook

But you pull in slow, ever so slow

Left on the island with nowhere to go

Half my mind, burning snow

Burnouts rarely make good flames

But don’t bother playing if you don’t know the game

Should have known, living in a storm

You’d act like thunder and shift your form

The knife you, the knife on

Cut me free, let me go

The knife you, the knife on

Cut me deep, send me home

Silver words compete with the heat

Hardly believe you can stand on your feet

Spent all the time twisting our nuts

When the smoke clears, you clearly forgot

I’m not made of metal and not made of wood

Destined, it seems, to be misunderstood

Cut through me neatly with your fine blade

Flit so fast, a mess was made

Should have known, living in a storm

You’d act like thunder and shift your form

The knife you, the knife on

Cut me free, let me go

The knife you, the knife on

Cut me deep, send me home

The knife you, the knife on

Cut me free, let me go

The knife you, the knife on

Cut me deep, send me home