Space-dye Vest

Falling through pages of martens on angels, feeling my heart pull west. I saw the future dressed as a stranger, love in a space-dye vest. Love is an act of blood and I'm bleeding a pool in the shape of a heart. Beauty projection in the reflection's always the worst way to start. "But he's the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman. He doesn't know what a woman is. He wants you for a possession, something to look at like a painting or an ivory box. Something to own and to display! He doesn't want you to be real, or to think or to live. He doesn't love you, but I love you! I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms. It's our last chance, it's our last chance!" Now that you're gone I'm trying to take it, learning to swallow the rage. Found a new girl and I think we can make it, as long as she stays on the page. This is not how I want it to end and I'll never be open again. "I was gonna move out, get a job, get my own place. But I go into the mall where I want to work, and they tell me I'm, I was too young." "Some people gave advice before about facing the facts, about facing reality. This is, this without a doubt, is his biggest challenge ever. He's going to have to face it, you're gonna have to try. He's gonna to have to try and get some help here. I mean no one can say they know how he feels." "That, so they say that in ya know like, Houston or something. You'd say it's a hundred and eighty degrees, but it's a dry heat. In Houston they say that? Oh, maybe not! I'm all mixed up. Dry until they hit the swimming pool." "I get up with the sun, listen! You have your own room to sleep in. I don't care what you do, I don't care when. That door gets locked, that door gets locked at night by nine o'clock. If you're not in this house by nine o'clock then you'd better find some place to sleep. Because you're not going to be a bum in this house. Supper is ready!" There's no one to take my blame if they wanted to. There's nothing to keep me sane and it's all the same to you. There's nowhere to set my aim, so I'm everywhere. Never come near me again, do you really think I need you? I'll never be open again, I could never be open again. I'll never be open again, I could never be open again. I'll smile and I'll learn to pretend, I'll never be open again. I'll have no more dreams to defend, I'll never be open again.