red door

you're gonna break your hand, tell me not to fight anymore, but i feel yellow as a coward, pale as a flickering bulb, at the outside of a liquor store, so knock me out again, count backwards from ten, as i relay the colors as they appear to me, at the bottom of a cement floor, and do you see, me, anymore, 'cause oh, how far do you think i can go, beneath before you won't follow me there, you don't understand, i know last time i swore, not to make a scene and now i'm wandering into traffic screaming, set me on fire in the middle of the street, bend my knees and paint the concrete, the color of my bloody knuckles, pulling splinters from the chapel door, and do you see, me, anymore, 'cause oh, how deep do you think i can go, beneath before you won't follow me, down to the center of a black hole, a ruined sinner and a wasted soul, and i want you, and i want you, want to let you break my heart, i want to let you break my heart, and i want to let you break my heart, and i want to let you break my heart, i want to let you break me