Cradled up, there's a fragile life
You can paint the picture pretty
But it serves as no disguise
Its only getting later now and you've become a waste of time

The silver spoon won't feed you, friends
Does life taste bitter when you eat with your hands?

Count me in,
I'll be the one to take the knife out of your spine
'Cause I know you'd be the first
To bury the blade deeper into mine

You're living up this charming life
You can write the perfect setting
But the story I'm not buying
We're only getting older now and you've become a waste of time

Count me in,
I'll be the one to take the knife out of your spine
'Cause I know you'd be the first
To bury the blade, to bury the blade
I'm counting on you to bury the blade

Count me in and I'll be the one
To take the knife out of your spine
Cause I know that you'd be the one
To bury the blade, but she's still mine