Forks and Knives

If constantly comparing you to me means anything at all
I'd be surprised
If I could look above the place I've put you in my mind
Well, it won't be with these eyes

So, I'm taking forks and knives
And other objects I can find
And I'll poke my eyes out

If constancy if currency in this land of la, la, la
I'm broke as shit
I'm bankrupt and I'm corrupt, but it never seems to disrupt this fantasy
I'm much poorer than I'll admit

So, I'm taking forks and knives
And other objects I can find
And I'll poke my eyes out
To leave hollow holes
To prove how empty I can be
I'll poke my eyes out

If ever I should lend my voice to something you might hear
It would tell you
That if I had my choice I'd be the voice of someone somewhere long ago
And oh

So, I'm taking forks and knives
And other objects I can find
And I'll poke my eyes out
To leave hollow holes
To prove how empty I can be
I'll poke my eyes out