Flying Pocket Knives

3 AM you're driving on the highway till the sunrise
With a pint of gin in hand
Will you wait for everything to bend
Will you run away again
You're on the point of no return
You left me here with all these words that I can barely keep to myself
I'm not holding on to every lie and every word that you unfold

I'm not giving up, just barely moving on
I'm not growing up, just trying to go on
If you pull me down again, I swear I'll tear you apart
I don't want to hear it
Someone, please shut the door
Honestly, I think I've had enough
There's gotta be something more than this

Falling for empty promises
You said you'd make up for it
I don't want to believe
Drive past the tollway with an empty wallet
I don't care
Go find your way home
Stab my back with your flying pocket knives as you please

I'm not giving up, just barely moving on
I'm not growing up, just trying to go on
If you pull me down again, I swear I'll tear you apart
I don't want to hear it
Someone, please shut the door
Honestly, I think I've had enough
There's gotta be something more than this

What would you say if I told you
that I don't even know your name anymore
These fabricated memories that you planted like a seed
Do they mean anything at all

Think of me as you fall asleep
As you crash your car into a tree
I'll be there to tell you that you're wrong
Think of me as you fall asleep
As you crash your car into a tree
Give me back what's left of me

I'm not giving up, just barely moving on
I'm not growing up, just trying to go on
If you pull me down again, I swear I'll tear you apart
I don't want to hear it
Someone, please shut the door
Honestly, I think I've had enough
There's gotta be something more than this



Credits
Writer(s): Lance Francis Espeña
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