making a door less open bot

and what my mind had been curating scandalized my sense of station my face burned red, then i woke up feeling like shit when i saw my ordinary face i should start lifting weights

hollywood makes me wanna puke! hollywood makes me want to-

it's from a place you can barely imagine far from the crowd and the ambulances at my best, i have almost been there let me pretend that i know the way there

is it satisfaction? is it only practice for the real thing? snap out of the drug trip screaming

cast it to the floor, open up your eyes everything up to here has been a hollow lie i can't believe i'm starting over again wind up your fist and punch me in again

i was flying on a red-eye my hand dropped to the aisle i could see myself clearly for the first time in a while there was nothing but lines, nothing but outlines my gut sank like a stone

hey, we're not supposed to be here hey, we’re not supposed to be here my blood is dirty water drain it, bleed it, wash it down the drain

i'm trading in my mind or breaking my deadlines this time, i'll try to get it right

he looks like you but he's not and he's in your seat he's copying your style but he doesn't know the first thing

why don't you take what you can get? no disruptions on the set you're gonna wind up back home where the fear splits in two like moses

i am not awake i am not asleep i am not so shallow i am not that deep

oh, that's good, that's- that's so good, that's great

your hands were warm though you came in from the cold i took one and held it and suddenly start to shake

but i've seen the tides are rising where once there was a shore i can still remember houses stripped to the floor

when the world is asleep inside i will wake my eyes to starlight

break down the door, it's yours for the taking i held it back until you stopped asking my eyes are blurred, the clock is ticking i'm coming up short in a life worth nothing

put your heart on the target they expect you to scream music blasts through the market it's the sound of machines

i hear women in my head with ordinary names that ring like magic through some malfunction in my brain

fall over the edge learn to live while falling every life is a path worth following when you put it in words it's comfortingly bland there's so little left to understand

memories of the best regrets i played my song in every single rest every note of the symphony mend the fence with the best of grace it’s pleasantries to the bottom of the page i’m sorry