I opened the fire door 
to four lips 
none of which were mine 
kissing 
tightened my belt around my hips 
where your hands were missing 
and stepped out into the cold 
collar high 
under the slate grey sky 
the air was smoking and the streets were dry 
and I wasn't joking when I said 
Good Bye 
magazine quality men talking on the corner 
French, no less much less of them then us 
so why do I feel like something's been rearranged? 
you know, taken out of context I must seem so strange 
killed a cockroach so big 
it left a puddle of pus on the wall 
when you and I are lying in bed 
you don't seem so tall 
I'm singing now because my tear ducts are too tired 
and my brain is disconnected but my heart is wired 
I make such a good statistic 
someone should study me now 
somebody's got to be interested in how I feel 
just 'cause I'm here 
and I'm real 
oh, how I miss 
substituting the conclusion to confrontation with a kiss 
and oh, how I miss 
walking up to the edge and jumping in 
like I could feel the future on your skin 
I opened the fire door 
to four lips 
none of which were mine 
kissing 
 
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