There's a Swiss Army Knife inside my ukulele case, just in case shit goes down
And I will place my teeth just above my tongue, and I will try not to make a sound
And there is blood in my sink, there's blood in my sink
Right where I spat it up
And there is blood in my sink, there's blood in my sink
It's telling me I shouldn't give up
The flowers that you gave me
They're poisonous
The flowers that you gave me
They're poisonous
And the park we said we'd meet at on the swings
Well, I've burned that swing set down
And the guitar you used to write me songs on
I threw it at the ground
And there is blood in my sink, there's blood in my sink
Right where I spat it up
And there is blood in my sink
There's blood in my sink
Telling me I didn't give up
The flowers that you gave me
They're poisonous
The flowers that you gave me
They're poisonous
And the ivy is wrapping around my throat
And it's making it harder not to choke
And the ivy is wrapping around my chest
And it's saying it only wants the best
And the ivy is wrapping around my throat
And it's making it harder not to choke
And the ivy is wrapping around my chest
And it's saying it only wants the best for me
It only wants the best for me
It only wants the best for me
It only wants the best for me, for me, for me
But you're so poisonous
The flowers that you gave me
They're poisonous, they're poisonous
The flowers that you gave me
They're poisonous
The flowers that you gave me
They're poisonous