Doors

I grew up pretendin' sticks were little guns

I would point 'em at my dad, and he'd get mad

'Cause God forbid I'd hurt someone

I'd hurt anyone I could

Anyone who got too close, anyone who wouldn't look

I was born into a one hundred-year storm

Foot of ice across Vermont

And in that dark, and in that frost, a heart was formed

Malcontented and unwarm

You were unsuspecting, not unwarned

That I'm the trouble ahead, that I scream in my sleep

You're putting money on red, I'm a sure bet at a losing streak

I keep showing you doors, but you can't open them up

'Cause it gets harder to see me the closer you try to look

I just live here, babe, but you're the one who decided to knock

You knocked

Have you ever stared directly at the sun?

Have you ever shared some closeness, so exposed, to have it spit back by someone?

So forgive me if I jump at the rattle of your keys

"Oh, are you leavin'?", "No, babe, I'm just wakin' up"

And now what

I'm left staring at the ceiling, listing reasons you should pack all your shit up

That I'm the trouble ahead, that I scream in my sleep

You're putting money on red, I'm a sure bet at a losing streak

I keep showing you doors, but you can't open them up

'Cause it gets harder to see me the closer you try to look

I just live here, babe, but you're the one who decided to knock

You knocked

I'll be gone so long before the anger comes

I'll be only what you've known of me till now

Oh, how I hope you're moving on

That I'm the trouble ahead, and I scream in my sleep

You're putting money on red, I'm a sure bet at a losing streak

I keep showing you doors, but you can't open them up

'Cause it gets harder to see me the closer you try to look

I just live here, babe, but you're the one—

I just live here, babe, but you're the one—

I just live here, babe, but you're the one—