كلمات Throwing Knives

They’re in the house Creepin up Scream and shout I’ve had enough I hear em throwin knives tonight I say don’t you know any better Imaginary wall divide I wish I could not feel the weather But I can’t leave yet Not just yet Living cheap as it gets Lower my expectations Summer Sun coming Take me away I want to be anywhere but here Nighttime heat I can’t Get no relief I swear it’s getting hotter every year I wake up and you’re in my ear Oh and it’s only Monday night Won’t you tell me how you really feel Oh, yeah quit trying to be polite I can’t leave yet Not just yet Living cheap as it gets Lower my expectations It’s all in my head It’s only in my head It’s all in my head I'm better off than dead I can’t leave yet Not just yet Living as cheap as it gets Lower my expectations