Kicking In Open Doors

You're my thought letting loose grip Ask why you always have to pass out first Taunt pushes you and you push back Stage interest but no one seems to look Thick blindfold anytime, with my eyes closed The dark becomes invisible sometimes Watch your knock break my glass, no doubt You're kicking in open doors this time But I'm going home Drop the keys, I'm going home I'm going home You're only an illusion, a ticking clock A pendulum without a momentum You talk to minds, they talk to you But you don't speak with each other, do you? Like old actors playing great, who fail When faced with portraying themselves The hardest role, knows the thought And hides to swell alone But I'm going home Drop the keys, I'm going home I'm going home Drop the keys, I'm going home Don't pique me I'm sleeping You squeeze me I'm getting rid of you this very day Don't freeze me I'm dreaming Of not needing You to needle me and cut me short Your hands dig deep in me, fight not to lose their hold Make me throw stones and fists, leave me alive but cold With you I'm not awake, these brakes won't stop the wain You are my twisted guidepost to the loony bay With every word you say, with every face you fake With every brow you raise, with every voice you hate With you I'm not okay, I feel like losing weight You are my twisted guidepost to the loony bay With every face you fake With every brow you raise I'm not okay I'm not okay with you I'm not okay