You've gotten a bad rap
But I wanna know
What you know
And what you think
Your role is
Birds outside are cracking jokes
But in here
I'm trying to beat you to the punch.
To all of this my laundry list
Grows longer by the day
And all the goals I might have missed
Are shots that I didn't take
I'm standing by the door
I'm not ready for it
Well, talking is sometimes like taking drugs
No matter what is said, it will never be enough
This intricate ecstasy
Of mystery and tragedy
All goes to show that it still may erode in the wash
To all of this my laundry list
Grows longer by the day
And all the goals I might have missed
Are shots that I didn't take
I'm standing by the door
I'm not ready for it
Are we only now trying to break free of our cells
The body's walls are thick though we built them ourselves, built them ourselves
To all of this my laundry list
Grows longer by the day
And all the goals I might have missed
Are shots that I didn't take
All this thinking starts to wear
The carpets thin in the halls
I'm standing by the door
I'm not ready for it