(One, two, three four)
I put the knife in slowly
Through the ribcage to your heart
I don't know how we got here
But it's tearin' me apart
You don't seem too surprised
I guess that it's become a chore
Every Tuesday on the hour
You don't feel it anymore
I swear one of these days it's gonna kill you
And you will see it comin', but you will not run away
I'll try to stop the bleeding with the hands that crucified you
Oh, the irony in that will not be lost on you, I'm afraid
I'll promise that I never meant for it to end this way
I don't know why, but you'll forgive me
And I'll take that to my grave
Four years of bein' unfair
Still, you don't seem to mind
You say you'd rather live unfairly
If it keeps me in your life
Are we in a 90s movie?
Who just says that with a straight face?
Method acting like you love me
Living constantly in pain
I swear one of these days it's gonna kill you
And you will see it comin', but you will not run away
I'll look into your eyes and see you take it like it's nothin'
I know that I am guilty, but you'll kiss me anyway
I'll promise that I never meant for it to end this way
I don't know why, but you'll forgive me
And I'll take that to my grave
I put the knife in slowly
Through the ribcage to your heart
I don't know how we got here
But it's tearin' me apart
