Singing Knives

To live without love is a knife in every direction

And when you touched me that night I saw lights and cold steel reflection

Tell me: what's the point of livin' and feelin' so loveless?

Nothin' helps me do a thing now, darlin', I think I'm hopeless

'Cause I worked at the foundry for six months

And I dated your friends, they're all dumb punks

And the flowers in bloom and your cheap perfume

I thought it was too nice to mean much

Well with Jack or Jim, or me or him, you used to spike your iced-tea

I used to show up late and stoned, just prayin' you'd forgive me

And I clean up alright, though it's not like you'd ever notice

Nothin' helps me hold a job down, darlin', I think I broke this

'Cause I don't care to work on a Sunday

I drug gravel for miles 'cross some site

Don't tell me some loves take a backroad to town

You know I like to drive all night

Well a poor boy findin' you was like buyin' a lottery ticket

And when you said I couldn't hold you I told you we oughta forget it

And I don't care to be happy, just don't wanna let you down

I swear I don't give a shit, no I spit when I pass your home town

'Cause I'da waltzed at your sister's wedding

I'da shook your father's right hand

But a few scented candles and pictures on mantles

They don't fix an angry young man

And it cuts to the bone, there's a stone in my throat just to sing it

But I carved out a home of my own with no one's forgiveness

When I close my eyes, I don't try, but I still see you naked

And that wound was so raw that I thought that we could still make it