Falling through pages of Martens on angels

feeling my heart pull west

I saw the furture dressed as a stranger

love in a space dye vest



Love is an act of blood and I'm bleeding

a pool in the shape of a heart

Beauty projection in the reflection

always the worst way to start



Now that you're gone I'm trying to take it

learning to swallow the rage

Found a new girl I think we can make it

as long as she stays on the page



This is not how I want it to end

and I'll never be open again

There's no one to take my blame

if they wanted to

Nothing to keep me sane

and its all the same to you

There's nowhere to set my aim

so I'm everywhere

Never come near me again

do you really think I need you



And I'll smile and I'll learn to pretend

And I'll never be open again

And I'll have no more dreams to defend

And I'll never be open again