Locked inside that room of yours
Sounds as though your feet don’t touch the floor
We’re stuck staring at your door
For three dark days and four bright nights

But then we haven’t had enough time
To figure this one friend to friend
As the tempers and temperatures rise
We do damage time won’t mend

Ideals get the best of me
You’re left with the worst
Vices meant for testing me
Somehow they got to you first

Heads hurt better when drowned this way
But when do monkeys become demons?
And all that mattered dissolved one day
You stop breathing and she starts screaming

But you never spent enough time
Making sure she understood
That without her vigilant eye
All that drowning does no good

Ideals get the best of you
She’s left with the worst
Vices meant for testing you
Somehow they got to her first


What would it take to bring you home?
The lions wait for you at home
You swore you couldn’t stay with us at home
What would it take to bring you home?



Lyrics submitted by Birdieball

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