Hands held or handcuffed
Our sweaty palms
Will itch under our skin for now or then
Arms around the neck
Phone numbers never read
How he broke the concrete shell is just beyond me

Names in knives, Aim where you want blood
Names in knives, throw them at the love
Names in knives, Hope the dagger hits
Names in knives, crystal-blade-kissed wrists

The day is young, just hour old, but by the night it dies
His throat fills up with words
Those same as mocking birds
And if he won’t sing would you buy me a diamond ring?

Names in knives, Aim where you want blood
Names in knives, throw them at the love
Names in knives, Hope the dagger hits
Names in knives, crystal-blade-kissed wrists

Hands held or handcuffed
Our sweaty palms
Will itch under our skin for now or then
Arms around the neck
Phone numbers never read
Breathe into my the grip I hold and set her off from me   


Names in knives, Aim where you want blood
Names in knives, throw them at the love

[Hands held or handcuffed?]