None of which were mine
Kissing
Under the slate grey sky
I opened the fire door
I make such a good statistic
And stepped out into the cold
And oh, how I miss
And I wasn't joking when I said
Somebody's got to be interested in how I feel
I opened the fire door
Oh, how I miss
French, no less much less of them then us
It left a puddle of pus on the wall
I opened the fire door
Kissing
None of which were mine
And I'm real
Tightened my belt around my hips
I'm singing now because my tear ducts are too tired
You don't seem so tall
Substituting the conclusion to confrontation with a kiss
Like I could feel the future on your skin
I opened the fire door
Someone should study me now
I opened the fire door
I opened the fire door
So why do I feel like something's been rearranged?
Killed a cockroach so big
I opened the fire door
Magazine quality men talking on the corner
Walking up to the edge and jumping in
The air was smoking and the streets were dry
Where your hands were missing
When you and I are lying in bed
And my brain is disconnected but my heart is wired
To four lips
Collar high
You know, taken out of context I must seem so strange
I opened the fire door
Just 'cause I'm here
I opened the fire door
Good Bye
