Talking at Heaven’s Door

And so you’re back here

On the floor

And so you fell down

Or is there more?

 

You start to speak but you’ve only got one word to say

You close your eyes, and you save it for another day

They only told you what to say, think, feel, and do

But they left too little room for the fire that lives in you

 

And so you slouch down jaded

And you cry

Cause your heart got raided

And you wondered why

And your dreams all faded

And all you did was sigh

 

Cause all the loving and the hating

Was just a lie

And now you’re sitting there waiting

For a reason to die

 

Cause they sing about life,

Then they sing about rapture.

And they sing about freedom,

Then they sing about capture.

 

And they sing about love,

Then they sing about war.

And no rules above,

There’s gonna be a lot more.

 

But my shadow’s getting tired

Of stalking that sunny floor

And my soul is getting fired

For always asking God for more

 

So no more tick-tock, talking,

Talking at heaven’s door.

 

You couldn’t keep your chin up

Head down and scared to live up

Now you’re tangled, ready to give up

Another suicide poster-boy-slash-pin-up

 

You start to walk away but I snap right back at you

Do you see me throwing MY crap and attacking you?

You think there weren’t times I wanted to get back at you?

You think there weren’t times I wanted to be back with you?

 

You said you loved me but you lied

I didn’t want you so you cried

Now the love you had has died

But all the pain got left inside

 

So you crouch down and you hide

Shackled down by all that pride

Begging the Universe outside

That you and I would just collide.

 

But even though we both denied

We both still know that we both tried

So even if this is goodbye

It was a hell of a fucking ride.

 

Cause they sing about life,

Then they sing about rapture.

And they sing about freedom,

Then they sing about capture.

 

And they sing about love,

Then they sing about war.

And no rules above,

There’s gonna be a lot more.

 

But my shadow’s getting tired

Of stalking that sunny floor

And my soul is getting fired

For always asking God for more

 

So no more sit, stand, walking,

Docking at heaven’s door.

No more push, pull, blocking

Mocking at heaven’s door.

No more tick-tock, talking,

Talking at heaven’s door.

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