Texty: City and Colour. Live. Like Knives.

Your words are like knives
They peel my skin and pierce my soul
Your body will burn tonight
Though your heart may still remain cold

And I will blame myself
And I will blame myself
For holding on to what I hoped
Would keep you by my side
I will blame myself

The Sheets are stained with
Memories of your soft kiss
Now this is all I have
And paper and pen to remember you with

And I will blame myself
And I will blame myself
Holding on to what I hoped
Would keep you by my side
I will blame myself

Can I have you?
Can I have you?
Can I have you?
And can I have you?