These rooms are so suffocating The bricks that hold me up Are the bricks that cave me in Ghosts and fingers Memories linger Somebody please make them go away Honestly, I've been picking apart The reasons to not be On a string anymore I've been moving toward The cautious end of things Your palpitations mirror mine The bricks that you have molded Crumble around your mind You didn't mean it You only said it Please be careful with the things you don't understand Honestly, I've been picking apart The reasons to not be On a string anymore I've been moving toward The cautious end of things Honesty is sickening when you let yourself believe.