Fire Door

I opened the fire door to four lips

None of which were mine, kissing

Tightened my belt around my hips

Where your hands were missing

And stepped out into the cold

Collar high under the slate gray sky

The air was smoking and the streets were dry

And I wasn't joking when I said

Goodbye

And there were

Magazine quality men talking on the corner

French, no less much less of them than us

So why do I feel like something's been rearranged?

You know, taken out of context I must seem so strange

Killed a cockroach so big

It left a puddle of pus on my wall

You know when you and I are lying in bed

You don't seem so tall

I'm singing now because my tear ducts are too tired

And my mind is disconnected, but my heart is wired

And I make such a good statistic

Someone should study me now

Somebody's gotta be interested in how I feel

Just 'cause I'm here

And I'm real

And, oh, how I miss

Substituting the conclusion to confrontation with a kiss

And, oh, how I miss

Walking up to the edge and jumping in

Like I could feel the future on your skin

I opened the fire door

To four lips

None of which were mine

Kissing

I opened the fire door

To four lips

None of which were mine

I opened the fire door

I opened the fire door

I opened the fire door

I opened the fire door

I opened the fire door

Oh, I opened the fire door

Oh, I opened the fire door