Pocket Knife

I wouldn't say that I am still chasing after you
It's more like limping forward towards you
With a blanket of pocket knives in my back
Questions in my chest
I will collapse here eventually
I'm just not done pacing around my house yet
Muttering hateful insults to the walls,
Cracking jokes with my cat,
Smoking pot or crying over the thought that
I've been holding on to things
That I'm relatively indifferent about
(Fuck it I'll say it)
I've been holding on to things
That don't even make me happy anymore

My best friend's dad gave me a knife
Thus giving me the power to kill
My best friend's dad gave me a knife
And I would use it to kill
Anyone who would ever try to harm them
Because some good things just have to start bad

So here's to getting older
The flame dies to a smolder
We live and we all learn
That eventually the flame dies out
And I'm older now
Look how it all turned out



Credits
Writer(s): Antonio Messercola
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