From the album Girlfriend
This is about two people stuck in mutual paralysis, performing desire neither can actually follow through on. The violence imagery is all threat and no action, blades that never cut, begging that goes nowhere. It's not restraint. It's stalemate.
Dull little knife, mm, mm / Stick into your blindside
A dull knife cannot cut anything. Ives opens with fake danger, violence stripped of consequence. The diminutives make it worse: little, tiny, chubby. This reads like playing at something neither person knows how to do.
Neither you nor I / Been across that line / Bound to our sides
The phrasing is grammatically broken, missing the 'have.' It sounds like someone too frustrated to speak correctly. Being bound to your own side means you can't even reach the line, let alone cross it.
Beg like a dog, mm, mm / Panting at my panty line / Stomping on my grave
The power flips. Now he's the one begging, but she's already calling it grave-stomping, like she's dead before anything happens. The panty line detail is deliberately unsexy, clinical. Desire without heat.
Hot like a knife / Mm, stab in my chubby side / It's just a wash
She repeats 'it's just a wash' four times. A wash means nothing gained, nothing lost, no result. The stabbing becomes something she calls for in the final chorus but already knows won't land. Wanting the stakes without the risk.
Beat up my side, I beg you / Switch on the light, it's out
She asks him to hurt her but the light stays off. Switching it on does nothing because the power is already out. The song ends mid-action, nothing resolved, same place it started.
Grace Ives writes like someone watching herself fail in real time. The cutesy diminutives make the paralysis worse, not lighter. This is Mitski if she gave up halfway through the song and just shrugged.