I.. cry at the start
of every movie
I guess 'cause I wish
I was making things too
but I'm working
for the knife
I.. used to think
I.. would tell stories
but nobody cared
for the stories I had
about no good guys
I.. always knew
the world moves on
I just didn't know
it would go without me
I start the day high
and it ends so low
'Cause I'm working
for the knife
I.. used to think
I'd be done by twenty
now at twenty-nine
the road ahead
appears the same
Though maybe
at thirty I'll see a way
to change
that I'm
living for the knife
I.. always thought
the choice was mine
and I was right
but I just chose wrong
I.. start the day lying
and end with the truth
That I'm
dying for the knife