I drove myself untired and ashamed for believing those smiles that always paved my way. with burning eyes that dawn I awoke to the clearest skies with eyes half closed. come pick me up...first, it's easy to see why stars start to fade so uneasily. I gave and stumbled, such endless stairs, but now I walk proud with open knees. I dressed in skins designed by better fools to parade in bones that fit like wooden teeth. with burning throat that night I awoke to familiar whispers of stories I had known. come pick me up... we were young maybe, but you're hiding in bedrooms, baby. fuck to rub the scars smooth and dry...come pick me up, 'cuz I want to believe again. untie these ropes from my feet, I'll stumble, but walk proud with open knees.