Wall

Who still gives a damn for my plans?

I'll never be no popular brand

You turn, I tumble

I'm writing right to where you are

And I won't know what to do with my time

But I won't trade my love for a lie

In all this turmoil

Cut my arms open on a wall

Do you even really know

'Bout this generation wall

On which I keep

Always writing in my sleep

Underneath this canopy

I'm wearing a rifle

I hide it up my sleeve

Yeah, I hide it up my sleeve

Stuck in the mud but I prayed for this rain

And I got nothing important to say

If I can't move forward

I'll wrap my arms around the wall

All I need is following

But I chose the wrong door

I'll write it in my heart

Underneath a brand new start

I won't fly a paper plane

I plan a reunion of when

I broke my wings

On the wall and other things

I won't open a door for myself

'Cause I don't wanna be anywhere else

You turn, I tumble

I've wrapped my arms around the wall

I've wrapped my arms around the wall