| This old cracked ceiling | |
| Is creeking at you | |
| It seems to know the feeling | |
| Of breaking like you do | |
| You came here to test yourself | |
| To take it all on | |
| In stead you've made a mess of yourself | |
| You've been having too much fun | |
| And now you're fighting strangers | |
| And shadows on the wall | |
| And voices in your head | |
| Saying 'Why am | |
| I here at all?' | |
| You've ruled out your choices | |
| Like the loyalist you are | |
| And drowned all those noises | |
| Strumming your guitar | |
| Wrapped in cold comfort | |
| A brief and short-lived kick | |
| Another can of | |
| Export That ought to do the trick | |
| Cause she used to come home early | |
| Just to be with you | |
| And now it's getting later | |
| And there's really nothing you can do | |
| I came here to save you | |
| Though I know | |
| I never could | |
| I don't wanna change you | |
| I just wish you understood | |
| That you are just a puppet | |
| In a poetess' play | |
| And it's time to cut the strings now | |
| It's time to walk away | |
| Another early hour | |
| Another painful kiss | |
| Climb back up in your tower | |
| Go dream of what you miss | |
| You came here to calm yourself | |
| To set yourself free | |
| In stead you're alarmed as hell | |
| Cause now you know you never will be | |
| This is your illusion | |
| These are your dreams | |
| This is your life | |
| And it's never what it seems | |
| I came here to save you | |
| Though I know | |
| I never could | |
| I don't wanna change you | |
| I just wish you understood | |
| That you are just a puppet | |
| In a poetess' play | |
| And it's time to cut the strings now | |
| It's time to walk away |