The Gaping Mouth

It'll be nice
It'll fit like a glove
Take two steps back and close your eyes
If you try enough, it'll be comfortable
Take a step to the side
A warm shower to relax your muscles
Not much effort, but a quick fix to ease your mind

It's only starting
The falling, the falling
The tripping over myself, leaving my shoes untied
Being the purpose of my own demise

Being stupid and being fifteen
Or being older, thinking I know who I am and what I want
Creating pointless fantasy
The simple mania of no responsibility
Either way, I stay the same, I never change
Old habits die too hard
So I hold onto them for the rest of my life
Sandbags I keep tied to my ankles
Weighing me down but comforting at the same time

You are the iris in my eye
The more light, the more you shrink away
The more you try to hide
You are the sun in the sky
Wake up too late and miss most of you
Before you dip behind the tree line

You are the iris in my eye
You are the iris in my eye
You are the iris in my eye

Being stupid and being fifteen
Or being older and thinking I know who I am and what I want
Creating pointless fantasy
The simple mania of no responsibility
Either way, I stay the same and I never change
Old habits die too hard
So I'll hold onto them for the rest of my life
The sandbags I keep tied to my ankles
Weighing me down but comforting at the same time

You are the iris in my eye
You are the iris in my eye
You are the iris in my eye
In my eye

You are the iris in my eye
You are the iris in my eye
You are the iris in my eye