I

cry

at

the

start

of

e-

very

mo-

vie

I

guess

'cause

I

wish

I

was

ma-

king

things

too

But

I'm

wor-

king

for

the

knife

I

used

to

think

I

would

tell

sto-

ries

But

no-

bo-

dy

cared

for

the

sto-

ries

I

had

a-

bout

No

good

guys

I

al-

ways

knew

the

world

moves

on

I

just

did-

n't

know

it

would

go

with-

out

me

I

start

the

day

high

and

it

ends

so

low

'Cause

I'm

wor-

king

for

the

knife

I

used

to

think

I'd

be

done

by

twen-

ty

Now

at

twen-

ty-

nine,

the

road

a-

head

ap-

pears

the

same

Though

may-

be

at

thir-

ty

I'll

see

a

way

to

change

That

I'm

li-

ving

for

the

knife

I

al-

ways

thought

the

choice

was

mine

And

I

was

right

but

I

just

chose

wrong

I

start

the

day

ly-

ing

and

end

with

the

truth

That

I'm

dy-

ing

for

the

knife