Jacob Rose
Stood in his kitchen
Cleaning a knife
Wondering what it would be like
Jacob Rose
Looked at his sofa
Smiled a half smile
Imagining how she would react
Jacob Rose
Walked out the back door
Knelt in the moonlight
And raised the knife over his head
Jacob Rose
His hand was on fire
The knife hit a rock
And his palm slid down the blade
Jacob Rose
Back in the kitchen
Blood in the sink
Wondering how he would explain
"Yeah I got hurt stabbing the backyard"