Made of Knives

The storm you met
All the kind of day you want to forget
On your way out
From the kind of place you want to forget
She's dreaming such beauty
Kind of falls short in your eyes
You're on your way there
While you're struggling to survive
Slowly struggling to get by
Slowly struggling to survive
Slowly struggling to survive
She might as well be made of knives

Enjoy this
For the last time you'll feel free
Pour a stiff drink
Lay your bare legs next to me
Let's keep it dark here
Till the morning shift arrives
Your dirty secrets
Always struggling to survive
Slowly struggling to get by
I still bleed my little heart out for you
I still bleed my little heart out for you
You
You
You
You
You



Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Short
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