Knives aren’t sharp enough

Knives aren’t sharp enough

To slash this string

That attaches you to me

To dig a hole inside my heart

And make me bleed

The memories that we have built

Knives aren’t sharp enough

To slice this bread that I bought

I’m just that bad of an adult

I breake dishes left and right 

And I might even join a cult

Or just lay in bed and rot

Knives aren’t sharp enough

To cut this cigarette filter in half

To rip this painful photograph

The smoke gets stuck in my room

And“friends” no longer makes me laugh

Smile at the funeral on my behalf

Knives aren’t sharp enough

To chop this hair off my head

So I decided to dye it red

Therapy got too expensive

So I started running instead

But that just made my overthinking spread

Knives weren’t sharp enough

For playing surgery on my dolls

If you’re not a future doctor does you mom answer your calls?

My dolls were safe and sound

until my cousin taught me to mess them around

She was the kid who climbed the walls

And I was the one worried that she falls

Knives aren’t sharp enough

To scratch this itch in my brain

Am I even through halfway?

Wearing my favorite hoodie in the fall

I hope my tears don’t leave a stain

Now I’m shooting out words just to keep me sane

Knives aren’t sharp enough

For another million things to come

But I’m already out of breath

And I’m guessing that you don’t care

About what knives can or can not slice