Only the song you sing

Leaves a hole

In the wall where a photo once was

All the things

You ever had

Are piled up in the dumpster downstairs

And the noise

Is closing in

From the street below an open window

Holding a coffee cup

To your lips

As the neighbors throw things at the wall

See the gate

Close and open

To the grinding and whining of gears

Call your mom

Say you wanted this

As her tears fall out an open window

Aaaahh

An open window

Aaaahh

An open window

Ah

Look closely

You can almost see the gears turning

City boy asked for drama

Look what he got

Fill up the grocery bag

Mеsmerized

By the еyes of a random cashier

Furtively

Eye the ass

Of the guy next to you in the lift

Better yet

Take a running jump

At the ghosts outside an open window

Put your hands to your ears

Stops the sighs

Of your life as it passes you by

Smile at jokes

Wash your hands

Practice hard at not giving a shit

Just to find

In your bed at night

That your mind went out an open window

Fix me another one

If you can

I spilled the last one all over your shirt

Accidents

Monuments to my misshapen crumbling ideals

I'm surprised

That you haven't yet

Jumped screaming out an open window

I feel like the oldest man

In the world

I feel 273

And am still

Figuring out

The logic of your arguments

It would age me beyond belief

To see you jump out an open window

(no one knows

Who you are

Nameless drone)

Aaaahh

(brodway star)

An open window

(no one knows

Who you are

Nameless drone)

Aaaahh

(broadway star)

An open window

(no one knows

Who you are

Nameless drone)

Aaaahh

(broadway star)

Look closely

You can almost see the gears turning

City boy asked for drama

Look what he got