The stars were aligned as we watched from the floor
Dismantle the coffin to build your front door
And your Russian roulette tongue that spits silver ash
Keeping my, keeping my heart behind bulletproof glass
A compass, a map and I'm setting the course
Screaming in salt water swirls 'til I'm hoarse
And maybe the ship's not as sturdy as most
It's ridden with termites, but we still got close
To the destinations laid out in small tacks
Pinned up in the map and I couldn't relax
And my neck stretched too far with my face in the clouds
Begging for, Begging for someone to saw me back down
The sawdust they made from the splinters they found
They're soaking up leaks that no one would have found in the foundation, weak, leaking more as I slept
Just give me a chance and I'll try to forget
I'll try to forget

The foundation's weak, leaking more as I sleep