Suddenly I see myself returning

To the scene where I was ridden of this crime

Looking at the outline of the chalk drawn on the street

I left so much behind here that the silhouette was me



I never thought that we were miserable

But how can two be only in it for themselves?

There is nothing left to say, I've swallowed my tongue anyway



Driving out into another state, I can see the road behind me

Falling back into the same mistake, so hard to avoid

Never will the smallest voice again be silent, yours to destroy



Panic followed blindly by depression

When the roads become the buildings in your mind

Moving up the elevator to floor sixty-three

A metaphor? Yes that is right I still cannot be free



On the roof I start to realize

I may not have a hope at least I have this view

Apologies for what's been said, half of which was in my head



And if I have to follow you, you will not rip this heart of mine in two

You cannot break this chain

But you can build a wall to shut me out if you so choose

I know that I have come and gone

But I can't keep pulling myself away

A noose around my neck

I walk around the city as the night becomes the day

And if you come around I may just not be found