Texty: Third Eye Blind. Ursa Major. Sharp Knife.

My mp3 is out of juice
I wrote a song for you but what's the use
How did we get knocked so loose
Knocked so loose

Someone I swore I'd never be
Who trades his dreams for security
Walks this city blindly
Lately it's a little hard for me to see
Lately it's a little hard for me to believe

And it's all disappearing
And it all falls apart
And it seems like the ending
Is a lot like the start

Well nature has its own rules
Like gravity crushing me
And lies, I'm of the memory
Lately it's a little hard for me to believe
At least you left a mark on me

And I think there's a reason
At least there's a sign
And all that we call chaos
I will say it's by design
But I'm just lying

What you need is a sharp knife, soul
To come back down from an all time low
It seems I've got the only one
I wish I was a sharp knife

Swing that blade right through my life
Careful, you could hurt someone
I wish I was a sharp knife to cut

A shiv, a shiv, a shiv, a shiv

So new friend can you hear this?
Can we return to fearless?
Merry pranksters one and all
And walk that devil down the hall

Yes it's all disappearing
And we should all just go along
And it all would be so easy
If we could just say, "Let it be"
But that's not me

What you need is a sharp knife, son
You can come out of an all time low
Seems like I'm not the only one
I know I'm not the only one
I wish I was a sharp knife

Swing that blade right through my life
Careful, you could hurt someone
I wish I was a sharp knife
A sharp knife to cut

A shiv, a shiv, a shiv, a shiv

What you need is a sharp knife soul
You can come back down from an all time low
Seems like I'm the only one
I wish I was a sharp knife

Swing that blade right through my life
Careful you could hurt someone
I wish I was a sharp knife
A sharp knife to cut

A shiv, a shiv, a shiv, a shiv