Switchblade

Sometimes home

Feels like a foreign place

Sometimes home

Is a bad memory you can't erase

When the whispers in the dark

Keep calling out your name

And if the walls could talk

Reminiscing pain

When the loving hurts the most

It's the only way to go

Like a switchblade, made to bleed

When the longing hurts the most

Separation of souls

Cut by a switchblade, made to bleed

Cut by a switchblade, made to bleed

When the loving hurts the most

It's the only way to go

Like a switchblade, made to bleed

When the longing hurts the most

Separation of souls

Cut by a switchblade, made to bleed

Cut by a switchblade, made to bleed