Doors

Original

I grew up pretending sticks were little guns.

I would point them at my dad and he'd get mad 'cause God forbid I hurt someone.

I'd hurt anyone I could.

Anyone who got too close and anyone who wouldn't look.

I was born into a one hundred year storm.

Full of acid cross Vermont and in that dark and in that frost a heart was formed.

Malcontented and unwarned.

You were unexpected, not unwarned.

That I'm the trouble ahead.

That I scream in my sleep.

You put your money on red and much to your bed, a losing streak.

I keep showing you doors, but you can't open them up.

'Cause it gets harder to see me the closer you try to look.

I just live here, babe, but you're the one who decided to knock, and you knocked.

Have you ever stared directly at the sun?

Have you ever shared some closeness, so exposed, to have it spit back by someone?

So forgive me if I jump at the rattle of your keys. "Oh, are you leaving? " "No, babe, I'm just waking up. "

Now what?

I'm left staring at the ceiling, listing reasons you should pack your shit up. That

I'm the trouble ahead. That I scream in my sleep.

You put your money on red and much to your bed, a losing streak.

I keep showing you doors, but you can't open them up.

'Cause it gets harder to see me the closer you try to look.

I just live here, babe, but you're the one who decided to knock, and you knocked.

I'll be gone so long before the anger comes.

I'll be only what you've known of me 'til now. Oh, how I hope you're moving on. That

I'm the trouble ahead.

That I scream in my sleep.

You put your money on red and much to your bed, a losing streak.

I keep showing you doors, but you can't open them up.

'Cause it gets harder to see me the closer you try to look.

I just live here, babe, but you're the one-- I just live here, babe, but you're the one-- I just live here, babe, but you're the one.