I’m kicking in my own front door, beats kicking someone’s teeth in. These hallways, they smell of failure, but nothing that some thick bleach cannot hide, cannot fix, cannot change. I think I’m running out of steam, living among the concrete beams, so get the fuck off the stairwell ‘cause I tagged my name on it. These bricks are grey like my soul, and I’m no longer in control. I’ll let my hate spill out all on the carpet and floor. Pick up the pieces I need, I’m walking right out the door. I’ve waited far too long for this one, so stand with me and watch this city fall around us. I know there’s a place for you and me where we can find some peace and tranquility. And maybe, just some day, I’ll find love in something else. We’ll sit before this scene as hope leaves, leaves our loneliness unbroken. Tell me what to do so I don’t end up like you? Tell me what to say before the ceiling caves? I’ve been standing here for hours, I’ve been counting down the days, I’ve been waiting for that something so that we can get away. I’ve been waiting on the sun. I’ll find love in something.