Looking back I see all that you hid from Was all that I touched Will I be your scar or a metaphor? Talk taken away, which side of me comes out today? Time floats away, how many days was I awake? The walls around begin to drown me in my sleep This isolation isn't good for me! All the clocks are spinning backwards... And the pictures begin to speak to me All that you hid from was all that I touched Will I be your scar or a metaphor? The little notches on my ego Tell me to keep you for myself Why am I like this? Is it broken? Talk taken away, which side of me comes out today? This isolation isn't good for me! I must control the way you feel (Melt in to the wall with me for all of it to seem real) All the faces melt into the wall And the paint, I think, begins to laugh I'm just a piece of living breathing furniture Eyes, mouth, skin, lips, shut! Kiss the doctor The little notches on my ego Tell me to keep you for myself Why am I like this? Is it broken? All that you hid from was all that I touched Will I be your scar or a metaphor?