Formative Age

I'm not concerned that you'd kill for me But you don't even live for me I beg you to get out of bed You spoke only in similes And smiled at the symmetry Whatever made sense in your head You said Don't let me know you got home Man, I wanna feel more alone Don't hold out hope Hold your hands around my throat Your days are numbered and you know (You're waxing and waning) Torn picking between your skin and bones (You flicker, you're fading) Now you're winding me up and I'm twirling and dancing inside of your music box dreams Learning to love from the men in my family only gets you so far it seems Don't let me know you got home Man, I wanna feel more alone Don't hold out hope Hold your hands around my throat Your days are numbered and you know (You're waxing and waning) Torn picking between your skin and bones (You flicker, you're fading) How many times am I told I won't go through it alone When there's nothing I want more? Here, you'll always have a home I think I found what I needed just as you were leaving Guess you would've had to have been there to believe it, I know If you could bring anyone, who would you bring? Each lower-case city and bad hiding place If you're like this with everyone, I swear that's okay I'm the intrusive thought that you can't shake away And I'll give you my jacket, you can call me old fashioned, oh I'm just an accident waiting to happen, oh no 'Cause I'm bound to go braindead or better, insane And there's no guarantee you would love me the same Put me up on your shoulders, I've been standing all day Crooked, craning my neck at a formative age I was taught slow and steady but I'm running on empty You said I miss you already Are my hands too heavy to hold? It's like I'm walking on eggshells inside of my brain A minefield of memories I'm stuck in one place