I want to learn you in bed, if nothing else so I
Can rest the demons in my head
And to rest assured of the light
Reflecting off your eyes, kind of breaking through my skin
But I'm hoping that this won't get to me when I wake up
As I go and crack the blinds lighting up this world we're in
And the only sound, that feedback in my ears pleading
Hit me, hold me, shoot me in the back now
I want to cut through the yard just to see the other side
Where I might shed all these scars
And the past I've worked to hide
In shedding the façade as they open up my chest
All the memories that have plagued me will come tumbling out
And I'll even wink and nod at the ones I liked the best
Like the ones that climbed a ladder to my brain yelling
Will you please explain why I should pay attention anymore?
Will you bid goodnight and shuffle down my mental corridor?
Will you sit back and count out the waves
That crash upon the shore?
Will you make things right and take me back to 1994?
And everybody knows that plains are far and wide
But it's easier to dominate them when you've got wheels
And the tension only grows so I'll have to just decide
To escape that old lackluster whine
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