Complaining the way through the week
Odd comments that rain on all parades
Sick and sore from the shots that you take
If I climb to the top of the hill, you'll likely say
That you wouldn't hike the same cliff
It's safe in your room

You're taking up the excuses I use
To fend blows but open old wounds
Foundation, it's weak at the root
Pulling the weeds, topic changes
Like when you talk what you can't prove
Ignore signs, it's what I'm wanting too
Carnations, gardens in bloom eventually decay

No water to waste
Or I'll spend the next year walking on embers
That you walk around, safer ground
Straight for the floor

Got lost in conversation
You're climbing up the stairs, hanging lights
And they shine on all of the paintings on your walls
I've never stopped to make sense of them

Blanking on the faces that you never want to think about
If I get up to higher places, drag me down to yours
You bound me up a knot or two, set me on the tracks
But I don't object to anything
Engines pace, don't slow down

Well I found a place with no view
No windows, just locks on the rooms
Ignoring haze and fog you always contend
That it's pure rain or sun
I had no choice but I still made you one
To fictions you compose, I'm not listening too close