To Us

No matter what I do, there's a knife in my hand

I'd tell you the story, but you wouldn't understand

The wedding went as planned

It was going well, so naturally I ran

I can tell you used to hut yourself

Wounds still bleed even after you've felt

I've a few wounds under my belt

My clothes are red, but I don't swell

You slit your wrists as a cry for help

I slit my wrists 'cause there's nothing else

To that I'll toast our health