What do I do with it babe?
With the contradictions
My impulses spinning in all directions
Confusing truth with obsessions

What do I do with what I felt?
I confused it all once again
Looking at girls is okay,
but I can't without the guys

This is a map Pan hands me
I have to read it with glee
his words are unspoken
but he screams!

this is what I ******* need
to be alive
but the voice in the back
keeps me restrained and shut up

Am I going back
away from this ivory town
Where I could not touch the sky
Whose hand, will I?

And where do you all ghost lovers go?
Where do I go when I'm not home?