I've never had much of an open door
To this house that I inhabit
You're open to visit
I keep most of me locked up on different floors
Quiet with my business
My silent disposition
So maybe you should find another home to settle in
'Cause I'm never gonna be the one to show you everything
But if you stay
Well, you might find something someday
'Cause I'm alive, but I'm so fucking anxious that I could die
What a perfect illustration of my life
Desire, and no amount of painting could ever hide
All the breaks in my foundation
So I lie
Yeah, everything is fine
So now you're knocking on the walls
Searching for hollow spots, some secret door to all my flaws
What do you find inside the halls
When every cross that comes, it leads to another one
Wait, you might find something someday
'Cause I'm alive, but I'm so fucking anxious that I could die
What a perfect illustration of my life
Desire, and no amount of painting could ever hide
All the breaks in my foundation
So I lie
Yeah, everything is fine
I'm not worth your patience, or worthwhile
And I know you hate it, so do I
I'd be better vacant, cut the lights
Rip out my insides
'Cause I'm alive, but I'm so fucking anxious that I could die
What a perfect illustration of my life
Desire, and no amount of painting could ever hide
All the breaks in my foundation
So I lie
Yeah, everything is
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