Machete

I have never liked the box of knives

You said was a paradox because you're kind

But withstood a childhood that robbed you blind

Of love that was safe and so you learned to fight

I have never liked the box of knives

You said was a paradox because you're kind

But withstood a childhood that robbed you blind

Of love that was safe and so you learned to fight

What do I do with this stuff?

It seems like yesterday I called you up

I had a terrible case of the past

I didn't know how to get it off

I didn't know how to get it off

And you took your machete

And you sliced through the vines that wrapped around me

And you said, I don't know what I'm doing

So I'll just keep on cutting

It's worth a little blood to get your arms free

I have never liked the box of knives

You said was a paradox because you're kind

But withstood a childhood that robbed you blind

Of love that was safe and so you learned to fight

I have never liked the box of knives

You said was a paradox because you're kind

But withstood a childhood that robbed you blind

Of love that was safe and so you learned to fight

What do I do with this stuff?

It seems like yesterday I was in love

I kept of covering the soft parts up

I didn't know how to get them off

I didn't know how to get them off

And you took your machete

And you hacked through the woods in the surrounding

And you said, I don't know where I'm going

I just know that I'm heading from

The dead things piling up behind me

And you took, your machete

And you carved out a path to my chest and you said: See

There's nothing not worth keeping

You've felt so many beatings

But

Nothing's going to work if you believe me

Nothing's going to work if you believe me

I have never liked the box of knives

You said was a paradox because you're kind

But withstood a childhood that robbed you blind

Of love that was safe and so you learned to fight

I have never liked the box of knives

You said was a paradox because you're kind

But withstood a childhood that robbed you blind

Of love that was safe and so you learned to fight

I have never liked the box of knives

I took it to the oceanside the day you died

I stood out on the dock

No matter how hard I tried

I couldn't drop them in

And I collapsed and cried

What do I do with this stuff?

It seems like yesterday you were alive

And it's as if you never really died

And it's as if you never really died.

And you took, your machete

And you said boo guess who

But seriously, beauty

You said, see?

You get the drill now don't you

It's not a will or won't

You can't keep making symbols out of nothing

So I took your machete

And I sliced off your head and you laughed

And you said see

It's just like anti matter

It's dumbo's magic feather

You don't need me here to cut you

You don't need me here to cut you

You don't need me here to cut you

You don't need me here to cut you

Free