You're like a knock at the door in the middle of dinner from the friendly registered sex offender
All equipped with a mustache and a windowless van you're telling me how much you've changed
I'm trying to hide the crayons and no you can't come in
I'm like your neighbor's hand on your father's throat "Sweetie go back inside, see this is just for adults"
So adult is what we'll be, domestic violence in denim
Each tumble down the stairs appeals your puff paint addendum
You say I'm like your backpack caught on a chain link fence
But dear I'm a thank you card in the future tense
I'm jumping out of cakes serving divorce papers I'd say I love you too but I'm all out of favors
You want to talk about all the feelings
I'm feeling like your chalkboard wrists but I don't tally the meaning
You keep forgetting the plot, let alone the long sleeves
My eyes they only know three words and each is pronounced "Please!?"
And I would walk you home if I could find my crutches
Probably listen more if you didn't talk so much
Why don't you show yourself out
How can you cry now, this whole things been such a drought
You want to talk about all the feelings I'm feeling
You're like a phone call home after eight long seasons
There's a mail order bride and a baby that's teething
Said the smog, it hurts your eyes so on the next train you're leaving
I'm not certain it's the smog more than the constant grieving
But first you're dropping off the kid and sticking me with the feeding
I said,"Oh god damn it, you're so mean!"
You say I'll loose the Christian crowd if I say things like these
But I've already lost them, I couldn't care less
I guess my path it just got wide so I'll just with you all my narrow best
You said tonight is a wonderful night to die
I asked you how you could tell you told me to look at the sky
Look at all those stars,
Look at how god damn ugly the stars are.
Love has tortured
And love has killed
But love has saved a million still
We're all we need two lungs one heart
To face the troubles life does part
Don't waste a second breath
You're deal, take it, hold it, make it felt
One wasted life, one wasted youth
Wasted prospects idols too
Your own demise
You're better off alone
No alibis, no compromise
Note to self: I miss you terribly, this is what we call a tragedy, come back to me, back to me to me
I can feel my mind wandering again, into where I don't know, and will I ever get home?
Time starts moving, faster than I can, I'm getting sick of this scene, I need to break the routine
Won the battle, so now buy me clothes
Let's make believe that we're better off alone
Well, it's me, I implore
I store smiles down in the basement
Even in a perfect world we could not breathe