Maps

There is a map in my room on the wall of my room and I’ve got big big plans And 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 Its 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 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 a 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 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