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Hope is a dish that's best served cold
Next to a side of I told you so
On a table of deceit and lies
You're late for dinner and it's 10 past 9
I've got a glass full of emotions shallow
I'd drink it all but it; s too hard to swallow
I changed the order but the plate was served
I get it because it's what I deserve
I'm not one for dinner guests
The night is mediocre at best
Your heart is lying behind your breast
So making conversation is useless at best
Oh
What good's a knife when you don't even try
I use my hands to hide behind
What good's a knife when you don't even try
I use my face as a disguise