Breath Taken

You seem to forget what its like
to know nothing about the house you're living in
to feel the free world as a prison cell
and a door without a key to let you in.
Cuz if I wasn't listening for the phone all day,
I wouldn't be here on the bathroom floor,
Brown curls around me and a Broken mirror,
the only reassurance that it's all gonna be
tomorrow's nightmare.
Its all in the way that you looked at me
On the night we spent together in the concert hall
hearing breaking hearts scream from the other land
little did you know mine was already dead.
And if I wasn't listening for the phone all Day,
I wouldn't be here in a deep red bath
thinking "I found the key to the prison door
in the broken mirror" cutting in my skin
my only reassurance that soon I shall be
in a whole new vault