In this ocean I'm a bag of tea.
I make some
I dug my fingers in the earth.
I drew you pictures
We stood in your room and laughed out loud.
Suddenly the
Donatello
I'm gonna cut my strings and kill the puppeteer.
When I
Beneath the door I see a light.
It's four a.m.
Did you ever wish you could be king?
and hoping it
I leave it burning and count the dead.
It reeks of
(You guys are the pits of the world)
And I'm asking
I caught my eye in a swinging door.
I saw myself
There was a sun once.
It lit the whole damn sky.
It
It seems I spend my days now wrapped in veils
Seven hundred miles to play to fifteen angry men.
I need
I was caught so unaware
When you made other plans
Promises you