Armory

in a room for two in a bed for three

you're a pretty picture you're a dread disease

painting shadows on the walls in this armory of toys hardens hearts against this feeling or the need for something more

don't worry don't say sorry

i am not falling for it

i am not falling for it head over heels

and alone for now in a crowded room

watch the angels crash on liquor lips and blue moons

along the sound of laughter coming dancing down the halls is a whisper of this feeling of the nonsense of it all

don't worry don't say sorry

i am not falling for it

i am not falling for it head over heels

the chorus comes alive

cacophony catcalls

and who are you to say if i'm wrong when i dance and fall

everyone i've ever loved has come and gone.