I play with an idea
that’s got tangled in my hands
I wrapped them around some concept
of all my selfish demands

I will be the Architect
of my own tragic demise
when I am building my walls
as high as the skies

I am relentless, obsessive
when I am screaming into the hardened face of this cliff
but is there anybody here to listen?
or talk me out of it
over a spliff?

Yet, I only have one purpose
one desire, one selfish wish
and that is to find what it is that we’ve lost —
the thing that what was missing when we shared our last kiss

I will continue to throw my light
into the shadows of your doubtful, ‘made up’ mind
and I will light up it’s beautiful skylines
until it’s the real you that I can find  

You don’t have to see this through
this path to which you have committed;
sometimes it’s braver to just admit the defeat
and let your soul be aquitted

Why should I just give up searching?  
when I know you want more  
I promised I would never give up fighting
for things I did not value before  

I will dig my weatherbeaten feet  
into the bed of this sea
until you turn around and you listen  
and sail right back home to me

If you didn’t want me to speak
then why didn’t you perform a tracheotomy?
or saved yourself the trouble
and just given me a lobotomy?

I guess it doesn’t even matter
because he’ll pretend that he didn’t see

and as soon as he asks
you’ll just pretend that it wasn’t me