I cry at the start of every movie

I guess ′cause I wish I was making things too

But I'm working for the knife

I used to think I would tell stories

But nobody cared for the stories I had about

No good guys

I always knew the world moves on

I just didn′t know it would go without me

I start the day high and it ends so low

'Cause I'm working for the knife

I used to think I′d be done by 20

Now at 29, the road ahead appears the same

Though maybe at 30 I′ll see a way to change

That I'm living for the knife

I always thought the choice was mine

And I was right, but I just chose wrong

I start the day lying and end with the truth

That I′m dying for the knife