Knife Going In

If I don't recover,

Sell this house and find something lost outside your window.

Not forever.

On the night I die I swear I'll sleep outside your window.



I feel the knife going in,

I'm feeling anxious.

Not enough to kill me,

I thought it'd happen fast.

But I'm feeling it now

And I feel anxious.

Sleeping inches from me,

I let it pass.



Emy should I stop?

Do you think I'll make it to the morning if it's written?

Stitch it up.

The kind of song I know cause mother, sister, lover worry.



I feel the knife going in,

I'm feeling anxious.

Not enough to kill me,

I thought it'd happen fast.

But I'm feeling it now

And I feel anxious.

Sleeping inches from me,

I let it pass.