Maps

There is a map in my room

On the wall of my room

And I've got big, big plans

But I can see them slipping through

Almost feel them slipping through

The palms of my sweaty hands

And I move slow

Just slow enough to make you uncomfortable

You say, "I hate you," you mean it

And "I love you" sounds fake

It's taken me so long to figure that out

I used to love the taste

I would do anything for it

Now I would do anything

To get the taste out of my mouth

And you're so confident

But I hear you crying in your sleeping bag

But you were broken bad yourself

And you were mad as hell, you felt

If you had done anything with anyone else

It would have worked out so well

But you are an artist

And your mind don't work the way you want it to

One day, you'll be washing yourself

With hand soap in a public bathroom

And you'll be thinking "How did I get here?"

"Where the hell am I?"

If the roles were reversed

You could have seen me sneaking up

Sneaking up from behind

She sees these visions; she feels emotion

She says that I cannot go, she sees my plane in the ocean

"And what about your friends?

Don't you love them enough to stay?"

And I say, "If I don't leave now

Then I will never get away"

Let me be a blue raft

On the Blue Sea, I'll blend right in

There is a map in my room

On the wall of my room

I've got big, big plans

But I can see them falling through

Almost feel them slipping through

The palms of my sweaty hands

And I move slowly

Just slow enough to make you uncomfortable

But you were broken bad yourself

And you were mad as hell, you felt

If you had done anything with anyone else

It would have worked out so well

But you are an artist

And your mind don't work the way you want it to

One day, you'll be washing yourself

With hand soap in a public bathroom

And you'll be saying, "How did I get here?"

"Where the hell am I?"

If the roles were reversed

You could have seen me sneaking up

Sneaking up from behind