I Cry At The Start Of Every Movie
I Guess ′cause I Wish I Was Making Things Too
But I'm Working For The Knife
I Used To Think I Would Tell Stories
But Nobody Cared For The Stories I Had About
No Good Guys

I Always Knew The World Moves On
I Just Didn′t Know It Would Go Without Me
I Start The Day High And It Ends So Low
'Cause I'm Working For The Knife

I Used To Think I′d Be Done By 20
Now At 29, The Road Ahead Appears The Same
Though Maybe At 30 I′ll See A Way To Change
That I'm Living For The Knife

I Always Thought The Choice Was Mine
And I Was Right, But I Just Chose Wrong
I Start The Day Lying And End With The Truth
That I′m Dying For The Knife