| This door has been shut for days
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| And it’s all too familiar
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| Can’t I just crack a window
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| Can’t I just shake it off?
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| I’m sure I’ve tasted this before
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| Everything is out of reach
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| And I just want to see outside
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| The air has been getting thin
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| I feel like cutting it open tonight
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| And falling on the floor
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| There’s nothing left unused in here
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| There’s nothing left to say
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| I haven’t talked in days
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| and I’m really not too sure
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| What I sound like anymore
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| My vision has gone and my mouth is full of sores
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| I feel like dripping it dry tonight
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| Over and over again
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| It’s time to open up the door |