Pens & Knives

i could drown in alcohol
and pass out in a stranger's bed
but it wouldn't be my style
i could take a sleeping pill
and dream of nothing but blue
a hue tainted with you

pens and knives
i carve another thought
you try to ink with iodine
i'll be all right
your antiseptic stings a little
blame it all on pens and knives