Running for home

They beam things into your head
the ghosts of your pleasure in contempt
when we were liars things were seemless
when we were wired the world was like a secret
I close my eyes now and I scream
I turn the light on and there's nothing left redeeming
I saw your face before it changed
the gun it makes you look nicer in a bad way

so low for how high
well it's too late
tonight
and i'm sure
you're right
so low for how high

and after this there's just the circus
and every morning your carnie heart stops working
it gets tight in there sometimes
looking for those defects
talking like it's a reflex
I close my mouth now and I scream
I open the door and there's nothing left redeeming
I saw your face before in rough
you should wait around awhile cause your body is bound to turnup

so low for how high
well it's too late
tonight
and i'm sure
you're right
so low for how high
so low
for how high