Running for Home

They beam things into your head

The ghosts of your pleasure and contempt

When we were liars things were seamless

When we were wired the world was like a secret

I close my eyes now and I scream

I turn the light on and there’s nothing left redeeming

I saw your face before it changed

The gun it makes you look nicer in a bad way

So low for how high?

Well it’s too late tonight

And I’m sure you’re right

As low for how high

And after this there’s just the circus

And every morning you carnie heart stops working

It gets tight in there sometimes

Looking for the defects, talking like it’s a reflex

I close my mouth now and I scream

I open the door and there’s nothing left redeeming

I saw your face before the rough

You should wait around awhile, your body’s bound to turn up

So low for how high?

Well it’s too late tonight

And I’m sure you’re right

As low for how high