Throwing Knives

They’re in the house
Creepin up
Scream and shout
I’ve had enough

I hear em throwin 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

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

I can’t leave yet
Not just yet
Living as cheap as it gets
Lower my expectations