Wonder why they don't want no more
but you break each-other into allegoric pieces
Familial references to petty ugly
Projector on our skin and fire is trickling down our legs
I wish I knew why I want more,need more.
To feel the distance and hope I did not go back soon enough
Afraid to know the tiny apartment buzzing with unwanted guests
is still in your minds blaming everyone but selves
Play the movie and we will have an ideal end
Our dialogue is terse but they will know our underlying motives
In separate scenes depicting the strength in seclusion
instead of that false sense we have through word combat
On the battleground called "where I used to live and where you still do"
I wonder why I want more.
I wonder why I get it.
and you don't.
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