You're in my head like a boxcutter, baby
Are you here to prove all those schoolboys right?
Every afternoon I contemplated the knife
The sick fact I want to be some lost little boy's good Christian wife?
Does your violence want me?
Could your right side love me?
How I live and I make believe
I want to live and to make believe
Your silence provides a white blanket
For me to tear and spit on
'Cause before you know
You're in my head like a boxcutter (baby)
And I want you here to prove all those schoolboys right
Give me an excuse
Give me the knife
Sick fact
Lost little good Christian wife
