Crawlspace
We've built forts,
They've just come up too short.
Tried to overbuild
Without enough support.
They're tumbling outward, and crumbling after.
We build forts,
The kind that you distort.
We’ll Try to overbuild
To meet demands for more.
They're tumbling outward, and crumbling after.
It seems as though your plans have foiled once again.
Well, it takes some time to spin outward and coil back in.
You say you're not in need of repair when you decompose and hang on by a hair.
I've made it make some sense, you don't need to make amends.
You wanted to be
Someone else completely.
So you try to survive
On pictures and white wine,
But you're coming up short
And you've got no more support.
So you're crawling and I'm laughing while you crawl,
'Cause you never really built your crawlspace at all.
Mister 'Missed Her fixed her blister, and I'm pouring out.
You try to make my words wash away, but they harden as they sit and get better with age.
I've made it make some sense, no need to tie loose ends.
Your word got legs and walked away, and mine's carved into the tree that made the page.
You wanted to be
Someone else completely.
So you try to survive
On pictures and white wine,
But you're coming up short
And you've got no more support.
So you're crawling and I'm laughing while you crawl,
'Cause you never really built your crawlspace at all.
We build forts,
They just come up too short.
We'll try to overbuild
'Till we can build no more.
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