Topograph

I see your head on a string

I don't have time for anything

Stepping out standing in

Cracks to hide and walls too thin

The weather

It drives the flood inside

No contest

Just wanna be baptized

My pretty walls of glass

Protect me from the past

You think you see right through

It's just reflecting back at you

I see your cracks laid out like topograph in front of me

I followed the map to your heart and found it empty

In the back of my head I know what you said- I know what you meant

At the top of your spine sits a hole that is a window to your mind