If constantly comparing you to me means anything at all   I'd be surprised   If I could look above the place I've put you in my mind   Well, it won't be with these eyes      So, I'm taking forks and knives   And other objects I can find   And I'll poke my eyes out      If constancy if currency in this land of la, la, la   I'm broke as shit   I'm bankrupt and I'm corrupt, but it never seems to disrupt this fantasy   I'm much poorer than I'll admit      So, I'm taking forks and knives   And other objects I can find   And I'll poke my eyes out   To leave hollow holes   To prove how empty I can be   I'll poke my eyes out      If ever I should lend my voice to something you might hear   It would tell you   That if I had my choice I'd be the voice of someone somewhere long ago   And oh      So, I'm taking forks and knives   And other objects I can find   And I'll poke my eyes out   To leave hollow holes   To prove how empty I can be   I'll poke my eyes out