Kitchen Fork

Wake from a dream where I was stuck losing my teeth
Lucky for me, it was all fake, not what it seemed
Where, oh, where do we go next?
Haunted pillow beneath my head

Where does it go?
Where does it go?
Where does it go?

Pick out her heart with a kitchen fork
Pin down her arms
Wake from the scar, still feelin' sick
Where did it get started?
Where, oh, where did this come from?
Oh my God, my head's a gun

I let myself go
I let myself go
I let myself go
I let myself go

Who's that kid who wakes each night
Takes me on these wretched rides?

Once I flew above the cars
The wind blew gratitude through my heart
I let it all go
I let it all go

Save us from our own two heads
Can I keep just one and ditch the rest?



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Conte
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