Turnstyles - The Lawrence Arms

With a light of this match

I could burn this place to the ground

Then fire engines’d scream

Down crowded streets onto the scene

And then I’d make it rain

Numb myself to never say your name

That I’ve uttered in anger

Said with confusion

Laughed over nervously

Said without sympathy

I’m not shedding tears for you

All these lonely nights that I’ve said

«Feels like I might as well be dead»

No more smiles;

Revolving like turnstiles

No more deliberation;

Analytical creation

See I’m incapable, a predepressionist

This is delivered with courage

Muddled in tension

Lashed out in honesty

Someone come and save me

I’m dying to tell you

This kills it forever, it was already dead

I’m dying to tell you

This kills us forever, we were already dead

And I’m just fine

I haven’t called you but I haven’t had the time

These thoughts are stale

I’ve been revolving like turnstiles