You said you're weirded out, awaiting disposition from here
From here on out, so I'll drive the fourteen minutes to your house
On your lips something green contorts and berates me
I could never fill my cup past meaningless decency
That was pushed so hard on me
It sliced me open ended
Bled it in a magazine
Degut my fractured personality
Breaking down the text
(Is this what you asked for, pushing through the last door?)
Pull it down 'till nothings left
Identity past wrecked
(Is this what you wanted? Just can't get what you wanted)
Can't bridge what's holding on, can't bridge what's
Told, of the past
Cant bridge what's sold, sold not to last
She wrung Blue Velvet around my neck
And I can't shake the feeling it left
You were cold calling teenage intent
That I hid 'till you left, "till you left, "till you left, "till you left