Oh the razor blade, that's what I call it
Oh but you pick it up and mess around with it
If I put it down
It gets extremely complicated; anything
To fuck with everything

Got to take me out, at least once a week
Whether I'm in your arms or I'm at your feet
I know exactly what you're thinking
You won't say it now
(?)Put on your hardest laugh(?)

Oh no, my feelings are more important than yours
Oh, Drop dead, I don't care, (?)I won't wear it(?)
There you go

Oh the razor blade, wish it would snap this rope
The world is in your hand or it slits your throat
Sometimes it's not that complicated like anything
Or fucking everything
He would never talk, but he was not shy
She was a street smart girl, but she cut my life
They were perfect for each other; say it now
'Cause in your heart it's love

Oh no, my feelings are more important than yours
Oh, Drop dead, I don't care, (?)I won't wear it(?)
Oh!

Ohhhhhh!!!
Sorry

Sweetheart, your feelings are more important, of course (of course)
Everyone who ever wanted everything that we would take from them
I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know (tell me tell me tell me tell me)
No, don't (okay)