Carved in Doors.

On my way to the floor
to my home this carpet
scribbled notes carved in doors
like someone had wanted

I couldn't figure it out
Couldn't figure it out

Found yourself on the ground
such a perfect view from here

On my way to digest
All this bitter manuscript
Scribbled words, counting mess
upon layers on your bed

Could you figure me out
Can you figure me out?

Find yourself on the ground
such a perfect view from here

Counting sheep as you speak
throwing tantrums through your drink
mellow froth, seething teeth
and your throat expanding grief

Couldn't figure you out
Couldn't figure you out
Find myself on the ground
such a perfect view here

Here it's here
Inside this old mess of
lover's, crooks and all it's intentions
Sell your face and bargain a jar
to place in place of your empty heart