Are you listening?
We write a thousand pages, they're torn and on the floor
Headlights hammer the windows, we're locked behind these doors
And we are never leaving, this 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 pictures, bleeding colors
Blanket the windows
Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe
Your eyes see right through me
These fights with your arms left beside
It's 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 me
Come get to me
We write a thousand pages, they're torn and on the floor
Headlights hammer the windows, we're locked behind these doors
And we are never leaving, this 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 pictures, bleeding colors
Blanket the windows
Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe
Your eyes see right through me
These fights with your arms left beside
It's 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 me
Come get to me
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