After the lights go down
After the deafening sound
Outside
An invitation you know I'd decline
Always looking for somewhere to hide
In canvases, oh the sterile white
I wish I could be honest or even be nice
Do you hear me
When I talk to you?
Do you just hear the parts that you want to?
Throwing my voice
An expert in disappearing
I guess that it's nice to be good at something
When I walk through windows
The contents of my skull
Painting the concrete a violent red
Do I get to float through the ceiling?
Dissolve into particles or do I float around watching my friends?
Could I start over?
Beginning to end
One more chance to make all the same mistakes again
