I'm stuck. I'm stuck to this page - this pen feels like an anchor   So I'll step outside as the sun fakes his death and cries, "it's over"   Not for me - the night is still sweet. But I'm beginning to tire   Of the street and its heavy concrete,   So I'll tightrope walk the telephone wires      Oh the screams! The screams from the teens, their arms making forests   And the trees are wrapped around me. But I need to be honest when I say that   I can't! I can't keep you here. I don't have the energy   If you're happy, then I'm happy too    They left now it's just me, Tom and the wolf      Tonight let's migrate to where the bass is pumping   To let ourselves collide   And hope that when the light speckles your mattress again   Everything will be just fine      The animals dance under disco light   The cigarettes light their faces like lanterns tonight   The calloused fingers, the rocks in rivers and the fickle fights   But we're unaware that we are but wolves chasing for knives      He bared, he bared his teeth and I swore I saw my own face   Underneath serrated defeat - it pulls threads from their places   To tear and fray at the seams, I'm breaking this disguise   The strings are stitched to your hands as you're waving your goodbyes      Tonight let's migrate to where the bass is pumping   To let ourselves collide   And hope that when the light speckles your mattress again   Everything will be just fine      We have nothing left to say, so we'll go our separate ways   I suppose   I suppose   I suppose