Small Of My Back - No Knife

I turned tail the last time

Hit the door for a space to run free

But I got caught in the brambles

Fingernails at the small of my back

Always…

You sold me down the river

I’m hanging from the rafters

I’m picking up bad habits

Fingernails at the small of my back

Always…

I can’t feel it, I can’t need it

I can’t feel it, I can’t need it

Maybe you can tell me

Why the simple things don’t faze me

Like being o.k.

with where I’m at

And fingernails at the small of my back

Always

I can’t feel it, I can’t need it

I can’t feel it, but I can’t shake it