Throwing Knives

They’re in the house
Creeping up
Scream and shout
I’ve had enough
I hear 'em throwing knives tonight
I say don’t you know any better
Imaginary wall divide
I wish I could not feel the weather
But I can’t leave yet
Not just yet
Living cheap as it gets
Lower my expectations
Summer sun coming
Take me away
I want to be anywhere but here
Nighttime heat I can’t
Get no relief
I swear it’s getting hotter every year
I wake up and you’re in my ear
Oh and it’s only Monday night
Won’t you tell me how you really feel
Oh yeah quit trying to be polite
But I can’t leave yet
Not just yet
Living cheap as it gets
Lower my expectations
It’s all in my head
It’s only in my head
It’s all in my head
I’m better off than dead
But I can’t leave yet
Not just yet
Living cheap as it gets
Lower my expectations