Architect

Without a touch of disrespect Could someone tell the architect It's all coming down Put together wrong You built it up too tall And now you can't get it back And I'm burning up Over all these little things Like the way your voice still rings As I try to sleep, each night And it's bad enough That I wake up sicker every morning Knowing you won't check up on me now And you don't Even in my fever my dreams Your conscience drags against the seams That I just can't unravel You tied it up too tight Now every almost every night's Another tangle that I can't handle And I'm trying to get back To the things I loved four years ago But they just seem to ring so hollow now And it's been a long time Since I had to truly stand on my own feet And try to prop myself back up And I can't Cause I'm trying to rest, just to rest Already foreclosed my chance to dream Which is for the best, it's for the best Cause I've been splitting at the seams And I still can't level With the odds of meeting you when I fall asleep Where I can't hide, my eyes have dried It's just this tempest in my chest So I stay awake, knowing you wait With all my twisted memories of what we had My recollection still won't serve me in the end As I try to filter, things that happened From what I built them up to be in my own head The architect of all this sordid tapestry And I can't