Lyrics
What's better than a brand-new pencil?
One that comes flat, which you could sharpen to a point?
And if you stabbed me in the chest over again
You'd expect me to clean up the mess
Maybe it's not me
Maybe it's not me
Maybe it's not me
Maybe it's not me
Save the trees and carve it into me
Allow your whole world to see
But have you asked yourself that if that's what you think
Why would you want me around anyway?
Maybe it's not me
Maybe it's not me
Maybe it's not me
Maybe it's not me
Maybe it's not me
Maybe it's not me
Maybe it's not me
Maybe it's the sharpening
It's the sharpening
It's the–
Maybe it's the sharpening
It's the sharpening
It's the–
Maybe it's the sharpening
It's the sharpening
It's the–
Yeah!
