(One, two, three four) I put the knife in slowly Through the ribcage to your heart I don't know how we got here But it's tearin' me apart You don't seem too surprised I guess that it's become a chore Every Tuesday on the hour You don't feel it anymore I swear one of these days it's gonna kill you And you will see it comin', but you will not run away I'll try to stop the bleeding with the hands that crucified you Oh, the irony in that will not be lost on you, I'm afraid I'll promise that I never meant for it to end this way I don't know why, but you'll forgive me And I'll take that to my grave Four years of bein' unfair Still, you don't seem to mind You say you'd rather live unfairly If it keeps me in your life Are we in a 90s movie? Who just says that with a straight face? Method acting like you love me Living constantly in pain I swear one of these days it's gonna kill you And you will see it comin', but you will not run away I'll look into your eyes and see you take it like it's nothin' I know that I am guilty, but you'll kiss me anyway I'll promise that I never meant for it to end this way I don't know why, but you'll forgive me And I'll take that to my grave I put the knife in slowly Through the ribcage to your heart I don't know how we got here But it's tearin' me apart