Kind of abstract, mostly personal
It was me or the ocean, and you wanted to sail far
I hate my life I want it to change, you always used to say
The girl at the door held in her hands a warning for me
She’s going away, she’s going away
Do a fun trick, spin around on both your uprooted feet
Oh honey, why do you do this to yourself
You know I’ll love you still in hell.
You wrap your words so tight and tie them in a noose
Hang me from the door and leave this wretched house
The windows have broken in, shards of glass upon the floor
The chimney’s been knocked down, no warmth for us anymore
Leave out the back as I shut my eyes and yell
Turn the lock and tiptoe across the ground.
There are rows of ghosts within my chest, between my ribs
They haunt my beating heart you see, help me get them out of me
You’ve gone away a long time ago, it would be nice if you wrote
My hands are clawing at my neck, you are never coming back
I’m running, running out of time and I’ve got to get out of this
Empty old house
Before the whole goddamn roof caves in on my head
Where has my mind gone and why hasn’t it returned yet
I know that I broke all the delicate glass in the hallway museums
On all sides I’m being testified against
I am such a clumsy creature that under my feet I ground them to sand
My bones are weary and the forecast is apocalyptic
So in defeat I’ll curl like a snake and await my next prey
Maybe one day you’ll wander by me again.
And on the sides of my heart are the shapes of your thumbs
Now they press instead into my lungs.