Staging A Traffic Jam

a burning bridge

staging a traffic jam

intention stained upon expression

eyes the sky's darkest clouds

constipated mountains of condensation

*at the start there was innocence

breaks my heart doesn't make no sense just start again
thats the recompense just learning to fly

in a sense

its innosence

its my only defense

on a guilt trip

and being held hostage

I'll wrap my heart around you

I'll wrap my arms around you

falling down the stairs

*see this chair see this empty room

theres my heart theres my open wound 'cause the end
always comes too soon just try to get by!