Exploring my behavior
Just didn't seem so right
When I knew that my behavior
Was a product of my sight
And you know me very well, love
Or at least that's what I say
My eyes are not like windows
I think that they're hallways
I alone can make them disappear
But who alone knows how the hell that goes
The door will always be there waiting near
But I enjoy their company I suppose
Where do these ghosts go to sleep
Do they find shelter in me