Knife by Roseville

Could probably find a reason
To turn away and leave the mess to you
It hurts for me to see them
You wonder why I act the way I do

While you’re waiting for the other bones to break
You wait and you wait

Now I’m taking my knife to find
What’s chewing on the end of the rind
I’m stuck inside, might as well try
I’m not gonna pretend

Could probably turn the seasons
To work out like you want

But I’m walking backwards
Never too early
To turn your insides out
Gutters are flowing
So cut me open

Now I’m taking my time to find
What’s dripping from the edge of the knife
All I find, once you twisted and pried
There’s nothing left inside--that part of me has died

Now I'm taking my time

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