What she would like to do Is get you out of her head She's tried every trick She's so sick of thinking about it What's so special about you You're an ache she's learned to crave You're a blade too dull to raise But she cuts herself On you every night She's just dying To lay down the knife What she would love to do Is get you out of her bed She's played it over and over and over In her head But she cuts herself On you every night She's just dying To lay down the knife She clings to what's familiar She thinks a change would kill her What she ought to do Is put a gun to your head For all the things you said and did But what she will not do Is let you go before you're gone It's everything that's ever been wrong But it's all she's ever known So she cuts herself on you every night She's just dying to lay down the knife What she would like to do Is get you out of her head
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