She

What she would like to do
Is get you out of her head
Shes tried every trick
Shes so sick of thinking about it
Whats so special about you
Youre an ache shes learned to crave
Youre a blade too dull to raise
But she cuts herself
On you every night
Shes just dying
To lay down the knife
What she would love to do
Is get you out of her bed
Shes played it over and over and over
In her head
But she cuts herself
On you every night
Shes just dying
To lay down the knife
She clings to whats familiar
She thinks a change would kill her
What she ought to do
Is put a gun to your head
For all the things you said and did
But what she will not do
Is let you go before youre gone
Its everything thats ever been wrong
But its all shes ever known
So she cuts herself on you every night
Shes just dyin to lay down her life