A Real Place For Real People

Every piece of me was shattered and left for you

Dreaming brought the only way out,

It was the latest context that I'd interpret and soon see through

Underlining, still, sweeping emotion

Lost in the truth

Your back still reads as a mattress scar, a bruise brings the truth

The stone was thrown,

Yet sunk straight through

Listening, (Seemingly content with the words that you said)

But never shown to be true

The stone was thrown

Yet sunk straight through

A splinter of what's left of me,

(And I won't open the door until

You break straight through)

Listen to you

Listen to you

Sickened with truth

I spill a sermon and the words collide

Listen to you

Listen to you

Sickened with truth

I spill a sermon and the words collide

"We are so oblivious, starting fires,

That couldn't be maintained or kept,

Yet, we sleep through the night?"

"Simplistic as the time we spent

Burning down the only exit in the church,

The only chance left for these people"

"He will not forgive"

The stone was thrown,

Yet sunk straight through

Listening, (Seemingly content with the words that you said)

but never shown to be true

The stone was thrown,

Yet sunk straight through

A splinter of what's left of me,

(And I won't open the door until

You break straight through)

It's getting harder to ask for your pity

It's getting harder to ask for your pity

It's getting harder to ask for your pity

I'll never be clean,

I'll never be content,

I'll never hear you say "Well done, your time was well spent"

I doubt I'll ever understand, until it falls apart

This stone could never cleanse

The shame that still dwells in my heart

Let the blame fall on you

The stone was thrown,

Yet sunk straight through

Listening, (seemingly content with the words that you said),

But never shown to be true

The stone was thrown,

Yet sunk straight through

A splinter of what's left of me,

(And I won't open the door until

You break straight through)