Red Output - Rafters
What's going on in this houseHow come I keep running into running out
Why can't I see the light on the floor from out the door
I'll step out so I can see clearly
There's light that knocks on doors, you'll see
So I keep waiting and waiting and waiting
I can feel it growing inside of me
This sickly sweet hypocrisy
When I take a sip, I destroy my writhing insides
Hoping you're there and hoping you're scared
And hoping you're waiting
Handcuffed in gold, I'm so far from escaping
My palms are cut, clean cut's a painting
Without a frame of mind
I lose my touch on the glass
Burning holes that I'm trying to grip
And never get back what I'm putting in
But you slide away and everything's foggy, all coated in gloom
I'm neck deep and sinking, wrapped around you
Will the light ever hit my fragmented mind?
Written by:
Brent Watts, Ryan O'Donnell, Thomas Beech
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