Knives

I'm tapping all around my hand My fingers spread apart Flapping gums are laughing Should've knew it from the start The more I miss The more I look For them to see the dirt Yes I've almost stabbed my hand And everytime it hurt I hear a rapping and a tapping knocking at my door I look to you to answer it with fingers on the floor The knob is twisting Making noise Someone must be coming in Nevermind it's just the wind I wish it was a friend