There is a map in my room on the wall of my room and I've got big, big plans
But I can see them slipping through almost feel them slipping through
The palms of my sweaty hands


And I move slow,
Just slow enough to make you uncomfortable


You say I hate you, you mean it
And I love you sounds fake

It's taken me so long to figure that out
I used to love the taste, I would do anything for it
Now I would do anything to get the taste out of my mouth


And you're so confident,
But I hear you crying in your sleeping bag


But you were broken bad yourself
And you were mad as hell, you felt

If you had done anything with anyone else
It would have worked out so well


But you are an artist
And your mind don't work the way you want it to


One day you'll be washing yourself with hand soap in a public bathroom
And you'll be thinking, how did I get here?
Where the hell am I?

If the roles were reveresed, you could have seen me sneaking up
Sneaking up from behind


She sees these visions, she feels emotion
She says that I cannot go
she sees my plane in the ocean

And what about your friends
don't you love them enough to stay?
And I say if I don't leave now

Then I will never get away
Let me be a blue raft
On the blue sea I'll blend right in


There is a map in my room on the wall of my room
I've got big big plans

And I can see them falling through, almost feel them slipping through
The palms of my sweaty hands


But you were broken bad yourself
And you were mad as hell, you felt
If you had done anything with anyone else

It would have worked out so well

But you are an artist

And your mind don't work the way you want it to

One day you'll be washing yourself with hand soap in a public bathroom

And you'll be saying, how did I get here?
Where the hell am I?
If the roles were reveresed, you could have seen me sneaking up

Sneaking up from behind