Door Is Your Hand

Picturing that you were dead is The only way to cope with my head But it never lasted long You'd never let me live with you gone Crying in my baby's arms She tells me she doesn't know how to shoot a gun But if she did I'd never have to think about you anymore You come home mad again It's always something I can never mend You crack your medicine You step towards me And I start to defend You hold me in your arms And then you let me be I wait for you to fall asleep So I can sit comfortably And you take what you want And you slam the door in my face when I resist You picture my head Staying put While the door is your hand Staying put While the door is your hand Walking a few steps ahead You bolt and leave me stranded in the dark I find you finally you say that I Should have just kept up I sigh I lie and I lie and say that I am fine I wait for you to fall asleep So I can cry comfortably And you take what you want (take what you want) And you slam the door in my face when I resist You picture my head (picture my head) Staying put while the door is your hand Staying put while the door is your hand And I wanted to hurt you back In a sit down whispered note Tried to find the upper hand So I could bend it until it broke But there was nothing I could say That would grab you by the throat Except that "I am not afraid of you anymore." And you took what you wanted And you slammed the door in my face when I resist I picture your head (picture your head) Rolling off into a dead end Rolling off into a dead end Rolling off into a dead end Rolling off into a dead end