Before the knife gets red
Civilization rears its pretty head
I hope it won't stick
Sometimes these words are such bitter friends
Come back to bite you in the rearest of ends
There's not much left inside my tank today
There's just enough to come and whisk you away
There's not much left inside my tank today
There's just enough to come and throw you away
I have no idea when we crystallized into talking bookends
But facts they are facts
I gotta have it so I won't let go
I know you like it when I come on too slow
There's not much left inside my tank today
There's just enough to come and whisk you away
There's not much left inside my tank today
There's just enough to come and throw you away