Sometime I sit here waiting
For either you
Or trouble to come
Foolishly hoping
That it is you that appears
To tell me you have loved me all along
But
I make sure to check my back
Just in case it is the boogie man

I don't know what I would do
If he did in fact show up
But I carry this knife
And I'd like to think I'd stab him with it
It has a hook ya know
Something to grab hold on the way back out
Stabbing at the chance
For your love
Hoping to grab you
In such a way
You can not let go
Just so the wound can be mutual

Did you realize that your knife had a hook too?
Cause I am not allowed to forget
No matter how hard I try