Maps

There is a map in my room on the wall of my room
And I’ve got big, big plans
But I can see them slipping through
Almost feel them slipping through the palms of my sweaty hands
And I move slow
Just slow enough to make you uncomfortable

You say, "I hate you," you mean it
And "I love you" sounds fake
Its taken me so long to figure that out
I used to love the taste, I would do anything for it
Now I would do anything to get the taste out of my mouth
And you're so confident, but I hear you crying in your sleeping bag

But you were broken bad yourself
And you were mad as hell
You felt if you had done anything with anyone else
It would have worked out so well

But you are an artist
And your mind don’t work the way you want it to
One day you’ll be washing yourself
With hand soap in a public bathroom
And you’ll be thinking, "how did I get here?
Where the hell am I?"
If the roles were reversed you could have seen me sneaking up
Sneaking up from behind

She sees these visions, she feels emotion
She says that I cannot go, she sees my plane in the ocean
"And what about your friends?
Don’t you love them enough to stay?
And I say, "if I don’t leave now then I will never get away
Let me be a blue raft on a blue sea, I’ll blend right in"

There is a map in my room on the wall of my room
And I’ve got big, big plans
But I can see them slipping through
Almost feel them slipping through the palms of my sweaty hands
And I move slow
Just slow enough to make you uncomfortable

But you were broken bad yourself
And, you were mad as hell
You felt if you had done anything with anyone else
It would have worked out so well

But you are an artist
And your mind don’t work the way you want it to
One day you’ll be washing yourself
With hand soap in a public bathroom
And you’ll be saying, "how did I get here?
Where the hell am I?"
If the roles were reversed you could have seen me sneaking up
Sneaking up from behind