Throwing Knives - Framing Hanley

You say you’re my lover

Are we even friends?

Do you even know me?

Head under water

Calling out your name

Can you even hear me?

Here for the last time

I’ll be on fire

Waiting for you to put me out, dear

Iron lungs catching no air

I’ll set you afire

And watch you burn

I’ll be on my high horse

Waiting for you to fall off yours

Head up high, your eyes

Glowing bright

And throwing knives

Throwing knives

Salt in the wound with

Your line in the sand

Daring me to cross it

You say I’m just like my father

An excuse for a man…

I’m begging you to stop it, now

Here for the last time

I’ll be on fire

Waiting for you to put me out, dear

Iron lungs catching no air

I’ll set you afire

And watch you burn

I’ll be on my high horse

Waiting for you to fall off yours

Head up high

Your eyes

Glowing bright

And throwing knives

Throwing knives

Throwing knives

Throwing knives

Here for the last time

I’ll be on fire

Waiting for you to put me out, dear

Iron lungs catching no air

I’ll set you afire

And watch you burn

I’ll be on my high horse

Not waiting for you

I’m not waiting for you

Head up high

Your eyes

Glowing bright

And throwing knives

Throwing knives

Throwing knives

Throwing knives