we write a thousand pagesthey re torn and on the floor
headlights hammer the swe re locked behind these doors
and we are never leavingthis place is part of us
and all these scenes repeating are cold to the touch
my hands seem to deceive me
when I m nervous or when I m healthy.
the scenery s all drawn.
they hang here from the walls dear
painting picturesbleeding colors
blanket the s.
sometimes it gets so hard to breathe.
your eyes see right through me.
these fights with your arms left beside.
one thing and one more says goodnight.
you ve got the map come get to me.
these knuckles break before they bleed.
tear out these veins that own my heart.
this skin that wears your lasting marks.
i ve built these walls come get to mecome get to me.
is this your lessona slight discretion
the lines that keep youthe lines that sweep you.
lock the doors from the inside.
your face is so contagiousit wears announcements
it leaves me breathlessi won t forget this. I won t forget.
sometimes it gets so hard to breathe.
your eyes see right through me.
let the walls have their say.
let the walls have their say.
let the walls have their say.
Have their say.
there s no conversationwords without remorse
and this television drowns the only source
wake from these dreams of you in my arms
to the staircase where you hold my heart
this placethese walls mean everything to me.

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