you start to scan the room, and look up to the right
an unexpected pair of eyes you look into with fright
so quickly you grow flustered, then pull it all together
but then it all goes blank, theyre wearing your old sweater

you turn and face the left, as if you didn't know
their past haunts you so fiercely; but used to make you glow
you watch their eyes most past you, so lifeless and lethargic
your now a slave to your own past and start to feel psychotic

twenty nine bow ties
all handsome in green
you must raise your hand
but you want to scream
twenty nine shoes laces
all ******* just right
an assembly line
you follow with fright
you long for the days
with no little errands
a nice cup of coffee
with a nice girl named karen
you wake and you shake
this wild thought blue
your pianos electric
and that cadilac too
turn right! turn left!
and you start to smile
muting their voice
and sing the meanwhile

a jar beneath your bathroom sink
where no one ever looks
you throw me in with everything
one goodbye's all it took
you're in each word i utter out
your scent has stained my skin
while you're forgetting how i look
my love is growing thin
so here i'll be across the sea
my heart turns black and blue
oblivious to all of this
these things time loves to do

it wraps around my neck
and whispers in my ear
commanding me to stop
dressed up in all my fears

and suddenly were speeding
were racing with mistakes
my nails dig in the leather
longing to be the brakes

you're letting it go
you throw the towel in
you long for the days
when your dress would spin
theres no one to dance with
the playlist is through
you long for the faces
you thought that you knew
but time proves us wrong
and changes our names
todays filled with fights
you only complain
the room was so crowded
they push and they shove
theyre all empty bodies
not one that you love
so laugh at their jokes
go on drink a glass
but your expectations
are never surpassed

rip down your walls one by one
your thoughts i all undressed
hold on to what you may find dear
to hell with all the rest

pull me close or push me far
it's all the same to me
paint your picture black or white
it's not like i can see

your beating heart is louder now
i play it like a drum
little laughs so late at night
while i crack both your thumbs

he loves to give you flowers
you slap him in the face
you say that he's naive
/ you've got a can of mace

with fear drowning his vision
his palms they start to shake
i think that i could hear them
a minor type earth quake

fur coats and tall high heels
give them the *******
you say you like a song
and he becomes a singer