Sweet Knives - Don’t Think Too Much lyrics

Time has torn and ripped a way, a way
To see me the way you used to
Jump back when I see you on the road

What'll I do to make you
Leave me alone leave me alone
I don’t need the memory of a loaded gun

And oh, I let you slip
When these fingers lost their grip
And oh, I held a knife
While you chased me through the night

Don't ya think too much about it, about it
Cause you're out of touch
About it, about it, about it

And oh, I let you go down a hole
On your own

And Oh, you held a knife as your protection
For all your life

Don’t ya think too much about it, about it
Cause you're out of touch
About it, about it, about it
Don't ya think too much about it, about it
Cause you'rе out of touch about
It, about it, about it, about it