kicking in the door that's always open

i don't know what else to say except for i'm carved out of stone
"but for what we've become, we just feel more alone."
wrong direction
and sometimes birds fly north.
head pressed against your bedroom wall
just wanna hear you think about me
and when the clock hands double over on themselves
is the time when i've poured out my entire chest
i have mini-wars with myself every day
it's a long fight but in the end, it all stays the same
if beauty is only skin deep
then baby yours must have bled through
i can see myself cross the world for you

only i could have been this prehistoric
we grow a garden of certain inconsistency
and maybe i climbed the fence and didn't even know it
moonlighting just to see my only dream
so maybe this was a wrong done right
but i've been wrong before
i didn't notice when her head had fell apart
but hey, i've been wrong before
you know how i do...
we don't form a thought until noon
bring our drinks together to forget
that's always just a junkie fix.


"i'll be alone. you're feeling so lost and disillusioned"
it's all gonna make sense real soon.