Boxcutter, Baby

You're in my head like a boxcutter baby
Are you here to prove all those schoolboys right?
Every afternoon I contemplated the knife, the sick fact
I want to be some lost little boy's good Christian wife?

Does your violence want me?
Could your right side love me?
Oh how I live and I make believe
I want to live and to make believe

Your silence provides a white blanket
For me to tear and spit on
'Cause before you know
Before you know oh

You're in my like a boxcutter baby
And I want you here to prove all those schoolboys right
Give me an excuse, give me the knife
Sick fact, lost little good Christian wife now



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Writer(s): Sianna Carolynne Lee
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