baker, julien
red door
you're gonna break your hand tell me not to fight anymore but i feel yellow as a coward pale as a flickering bulb at the outside of a liquor store so knock me out again count backwards from ten as i relay the colors as they appear to me at the bottom of a cement floor and do you see me anymore 'cause oh how far do you think i can go beneath before you won't follow me there you don't understand i know last time i swore not to make a scene and now i'm wandering into traffic screaming set me on fire in the middle of the street bend my knees and paint the concrete the color of my bloody knuckles pulling splinters from the chapel door and do you see me anymore 'cause oh how deep do you think i can go beneath before you won't follow me down to the center of a black hole a ruined sinner and a wasted soul and i want you and i want you want to let you break my heart i want to let you break my heart and i want to let you break my heart and i want to let you break my heart i want to let you break me