Fire Door

I opened the fire door to four lips

None of which were mine, kissing

Tightened my belt around my hips

Where your hands were missingAnd stepped out into the cold, collar high

Under the slate gray sky, the air was smoking

And the streets were dry and I wasn't joking

When I said, goodbyeMagazine quality men talking on the corner

French, no less much less of them then us

So why do I feel like something's been rearranged?

You know, taken out of context I must seem so strangeKilled a cockroach so big, it left a puddle

Of pus on the wall, when you and I are lying in bed

You don't seem so tall, I'm singing now

Because my tear ducts are too tired

And my brain is disconnected but my heart is wiredI make such a good statistic someone should study me now

Somebody's got to be interested in how I feel

Just 'cause I'm here and I'm real, oh, how I miss

Substituting the conclusion to confrontation with a kissAnd oh, how I miss walking up to the edge

And jumping in like I could feel the future on your skin

I opened the fire door to four lips

none of which were mine, kissingI opened the fire door, I opened the fire door

I opened the fire door, I opened the fire door

I opened the fire door, I opened the fire door

I opened the fire door, I opened the fire door

I opened the fire door