Whistle Past the Graveyard - Knives Out!

I am giving up and giving in

To the unknown, what might have been

Out of my hands, out of control

Out of my mind, a strangle hold

Oh if I look back now

I’ll only wish I were dead

I remember too much

Everything you said

Granted a wish, you left me for dead

Spit in my face, talked shit about me

Sold down the river

Cast out to sea

I am at a loss, nothing to gain

Bled into day, mouthful of sand

Under the sun, burnt out my eyes

Pulled out my heart, left bleeding out

Oh as I look back now

I know I’d be better off dead

You led me into a house on fire

Promised me your sweet desire

Chasing love down a lonely street

Where desperation and dead ends meet

Manic depression moves in like a storm

Dressed up for my funeral, torn and worn

I walk at night, all alone

And whistle past the graveyard

Bled into day, mouthful of sand

Under the sun, burnt out my eyes

Pulled out my heart, left bleeding out

I know I’d be better off dead

Cut my teeth with heartbroken bones

We couldn’t do it together

And I can’t do it alone

A love letter to the hangman from you

Licked shut and sealed with a kiss

Oh, as I look back now

I know I’d be better off dead