Slack

Cut myself a little every day
Cauterize the wound til it's okay
Burn myself a little every week
Called her as the blood runs down the sink
Cut myself a little, just sometimes
Accidents just happen and that's fine
Burn myself a little, now and then
Bleeding strokes on paper from my pen

Cut the deck a little, play the hand
Bet it all and lose it all, again
Burn my bridge a little every night
But damned if it don't put up a fight
Cut the ties a little, lose a friend
That's alright, I'll make some more again
Burn the pics a little, in a pile
Memory always fades after a while

Don't tell me you are sorry, that it's you not me, there's nothing in between
Yeah

Cut the rope a little, lose the slack
Let it loose, cause I won't need it back
Burnt image a little in your mind
Send me something you don't want to find
Cut my slack a little, would you please?
Here I am before you, on my knees
Turn my page alittle, spoil the end
So many chapters that I'd rescind

Don't tell me you are sorry, it's you not me, there's nothing in between
Yeah

I got burned but it'll heal again
After all, she said we could be friends
Cut the shit a little, would you now?
There's only so much that I can allow
Cut my rope, cause it'll swing right back
Swing me 'round the corner, don't come back