The first thing I do when I get home from the road,
is throw away that box of razor-blades
You know,the ones that belonged to your babyu0027s daddy,
back in his carpet cutting days

I know you got your secrets too
What do they say to you?
I know you got your secrets too
What do they say to you?
Tell me, where are you running to?
Baby, wonu0027t you take me with you?
Wonu0027t you take me with you


Box of 10, three quarter inch, industrial strength razorblades
Thatu0027s not the type of metal that you use for shaving legs
Iu0027ve been holding the door open, Iu0027ve been waiting to make an exit
But I donu0027t have to take the jump when I know where the edge is


I know you got your secrets too
What do they say to you?
I know you got your secrets too
What do they say to you?
Tell me, where are you running to?
Baby, wonu0027t you take me with you?
Wonu0027t you take me with you


I threw away those oxy pills that I kept as my backup plan
Flushed right down the toilet, I do not regret the action
Babe, iu0027ll give you credit and Iu0027ll take some credit too
No, you didnu0027t make me do it but you made me want to


I know you got your secrets too
What do they say to you?
I know you got your secrets too
What do they say to you?
Tell me, where are you running to?
Baby, wonu0027t you take me with you?
Wonu0027t you take me with you