Walls - Emery

Are you listening?

We write a thousand pages, they’re torn and on the floor

Headlights hammer the windows, we’re locked behind these doors

And we are never leaving, this place is part of us

And all these scenes repeating are cold to the touch

My hands seem to deceive me when I’m nervous or when I’m

Healthy, the scenery’s all drawn

They hang here from the walls dear, painting pictures, bleeding

Colors, blanket the windows

Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe

Your eyes see right through me

These fights with your arms left beside

It’s one thing, and one more says goodnight

You’ve got the map, come get to me

These knuckles break before they bleed

Tear out these veins that own my heart

This skin that wears your lasting marks

I’ve built these walls, come get to me

Come get to me

Is this your lesson, a slight discretion, the lines that keep you, the

Lines that sweep you, lock the doors from the inside

Your face is so contagious, it wears announcements, it leaves me

Breathless, I won’t forget this, I won’t forget

Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe

Your eyes see right through me

Let the walls have their say

Let the walls have their say

Let the walls have their say

Let the walls have their say

Let the walls have their say

Have their say

There’s no conversation, words without remorse

And this television drowns the only source

Wake from these dreams of you in my arms

To the staircase where you hold my heart

This place, these walls mean everything to me