The Front Bottoms - Maps Lyrics
There is a map in my room on the wall of my room and I've got big, big plansBut I can see them slipping through almost feel them slipping throughThe palms of my sweaty handsAnd I move slow,Just slow enough to make you uncomfortableYou say I hate you, you mean itAnd I love you sounds fakeIt's taken me so long to figure that outI used to love the taste, I would do anything for itNow I would do anything to get the taste out of my mouthAnd you're so confident,But I hear you crying in your sleeping bagBut you were broken bad yourselfAnd you were mad as hell, you feltIf you had done anything with anyone elseIt would have worked out so wellBut you are an artistAnd your mind don't work the way you want it toOne day you'll be washing yourself with hand soap in a public bathroomAnd you'll be thinking, how did I get here?Where the hell am I?If the roles were reveresed, you could have seen me sneaking upSneaking up from behindShe sees these visions, she feels emotionShe says that I cannot goshe sees my plane in the oceanAnd what about your friendsdon't you love them enough to stay?And I say if I don't leave nowThen I will never get awayLet me be a blue raftOn the blue sea I'll blend right inThere is a map in my room on the wall of my roomI've got big big plansAnd I can see them falling through, almost feel them slipping throughThe palms of my sweaty handsBut you were broken bad yourselfAnd you were mad as hell, you feltIf you had done anything with anyone elseIt would have worked out so wellBut you are an artistAnd your mind don't work the way you want it toOne day you'll be washing yourself with hand soap in a public bathroomAnd you'll be saying, how did I get here?Where the hell am I?If the roles were reveresed, you could have seen me sneaking upSneaking up from behind
