Bricks and Wedges

Made a fool of myself

She told me that

I should just give it up

Be a little less obsessed

I was on the floor staring at the red checkered walls

Cussing out the door

I was in my head, back to when the voice said

This is how it gets

What about all of the time I spent trying to teleport and

Songs that I wrote about people who won't hear them

Honey I'm sorry, is this the end?

How am I always just one call from doing it all again

All again

Telephone signal

It's been hours now

Think I hear ringing

Gotta wonder how

I was on the floor staring at the red checkered walls

Cussing out the door

I was in my head, back to when the voice said

This is how it gets

What about all of the time I spent trying to teleport and

Songs that I wrote about people who won't hear them

Honey I'm sorry, is this the end?

How am I always just one call from doing it all again

All again

Again

Oh, I know this feeling

Maybe I'm the firearm

Loaded in the kitchen

What about all of the time I spent trying to teleport and

Songs that I wrote about people who won't hear them

Honey I'm sorry, is this the end?

How am I always just one call from doing it all again

All again