Furniture
The madison prepTo meet my maker and ask him why he likes to play
Such sick games with hearts and brains
But I'm finding reasons
To keep on breathing and learn from past mistakes
I'm heading downhill with no lights or brakes
Carry scars from my former loves
Bury our passing and holding our hands
You kick the dirt to cover up the holes
I stand before you a new man
So I, disarm
I'm as open as a child's love
But, still as uncertain as the whereabouts of that
Lost ring that you're lookin for, you're still lookin for
That you dropped somewhere on the dirty diner floor
And I still remember
The reasons why we dropped everything that we were doing
Just so we could fall asleep
Those words that I said
Have made some dents in your delicate outer shell
We can nurse this back to health
Poised for battle, I'm invicible
I've made it seem I've got armor for skin
You approach with fingers outstreached
You're blocking my only defenses
But now you look at me with those eyes
Tell me all the things you despise about me
We can throw the furniture around
And all the things we found
We can lock the door leaving no way out
I'm having conversations with the back of your head
Sleeping back to back on each side of the bed
If I could just touch your shoulder once throughout the night
Maybe we'd wake in the morning and be alright