Knife

Somebody spot me
I’m dropping all my lines
For cracked crystal traces
I manage
To do this every time
Cleverer, cleverest
We’ve both been climbing everest
But you got a ski-lift
And i got a toothpick now
The next twenty minutes’ll keep me
Thinkin thinkin thinkin all year
The next twenty minutes could be all i get
I hate that the bickering
Sneaks into all the songs i sing
But i’ve got my limits
Yeah, i’ve got my limits
And i hate that the urgency
Takes over for the rest of me
But i’ve got a weakness
Yeah, i’ve got a weakness now
We’ve been pushing more than we should
Maybe less pushing would be good