If constantly comparing you to me means anything at all I'd be surprised If I could look above the place I've put you in my mind Well, it won't be with these eyes So, I'm taking forks and knives And other objects I can find And I'll poke my eyes out If constancy if currency in this land of la, la, la I'm broke as shit I'm bankrupt and I'm corrupt, but it never seems to disrupt this fantasy I'm much poorer than I'll admit So, I'm taking forks and knives And other objects I can find And I'll poke my eyes out To leave hollow holes To prove how empty I can be I'll poke my eyes out If ever I should lend my voice to something you might hear It would tell you That if I had my choice I'd be the voice of someone somewhere long ago And oh So, I'm taking forks and knives And other objects I can find And I'll poke my eyes out To leave hollow holes To prove how empty I can be I'll poke my eyes out