the nature of things

Come to yours and my senses
To a door locked and to a street of promises
won't you come running
won't you try and tell me...

How many times i fell down those stairs
When you were playing me and i was playing fair
And if you let me say something more
I'd say it's been a lifetime and i'm still sore

I'm wrecking those paintings one by one
One by one and you're watching
And for once, i just don't feel anything

I can hear them run in between your walls
Late at night and early mornings,
And they scare me but atleast,
atleast they remind me you're still here