Pocket Knife

Oh brother woke up in a row boat.

Fell fast in the night - in the snow.

So hard being a boy.

Cursed by (?)

Oh mother sold your piano,

drew me a picture of it but i could never let go.

So hard being a boy.

spend life search and destroy (?)

Set fire to the leaves

press the knife into my arm so deep.

The more it bleeds the more it bleeds

the better friends we'll be.

set fire to the trees

press the knife into my heart.

red eyes on your way home

wanna throw them down the well (?)

(?) their pockets filled with stones.

my brother i need you now

more than ever at my sisters house

oh brother your face doesnt look the same

in my arms i'll carve out your name.

So hard being a boy(?)

Cursed by (?)