my knife, your throat

And the picture frames are facing down.
Im running from the truth, distorted images of you.
And you insist that you were right but the facts show you were wrong.
Im holding my ground.
You think this is some sort of game and you need to get your story straight right now, this time.
Theres got to be a better way you hang the suit to fit the frame right now, this time.
And the shadows crowd these careless thoughts,
To you I cant describe and youre always on my mind.
I did it all for love thats what she said, and the end is on its way.
You think this is some sort of game and you need to get your story straight right now, this time.
Theres got to be a better way you hang the suit to fit the frame right now, this time.
This is my sanctuary if you want my trust just tell me.
I cant solve the problem when theres nothing wrong.
This starts a brand new morning
Wake up to hear the warning.
We cant ignore it when its been so long.
Throw open windows and the doors Ill give my best youll ask for more.
What we put together youll just pull apart.
Ill raise my voice you still wont hear its becoming harder to stay sincere.
Cant put behind us what we never left.
What we never left.
What we never left.
What we never left
My knife, your throat. (x6)