There it is, that look that cuts down and into Exactly the part of myself I thought I had under control You are soft and I am the sharpest knife in the drawer There it is, the blood on my hands From cutting you when I thought I had finally made myself dull You are light on the ocean and I am the darkest cloud that keeps the sun from the shore There it is, the distance you keep And I cannot argue you to come closer once more You are honor and I am selfishness, endlessly knocking on your door