The Gaping Mouth

It'll be nice It'll fit like a glove Take two steps back and close your eyes If you try enough, it'll be comfortable Take a step to the side A warm shower to relax your muscles Not much effort, but a quick fix to ease your mind It's only starting The falling, the falling The tripping over myself, leaving my shoes untied Being the purpose of my own demise Being stupid and being fifteen Or being older, thinking I know who I am and what I want Creating pointless fantasy The simple mania of no responsibility Either way, I stay the same, I never change Old habits die too hard So I hold onto them for the rest of my life Sandbags I keep tied to my ankles Weighing me down but comforting at the same time You are the iris in my eye The more light, the more you shrink away The more you try to hide You are the sun in the sky Wake up too late and miss most of you Before you dip behind the tree line You are the iris in my eye You are the iris in my eye You are the iris in my eye Being stupid and being fifteen Or being older and thinking I know who I am and what I want Creating pointless fantasy The simple mania of no responsibility Either way, I stay the same and I never change Old habits die too hard So I'll hold onto them for the rest of my life The sandbags I keep tied to my ankles Weighing me down but comforting at the same time You are the iris in my eye You are the iris in my eye You are the iris in my eye In my eye You are the iris in my eye You are the iris in my eye You are the iris in my eye