There's No Place Like a Stranger's Floor - The Lawrence Arms

Teeth ripped out of gums hit

Sparkling gray squares of concrete

Screams in technicolor pain

Doubled over spitting blood

The freezing rain

Never felt so good

To wake up in some town

On some floor to some sound

Voices rattle through my veins

You’re slowly imploding

Your worlds are corroding

Please let it work itself out

We’ve got time to melt

You haven’t said a single thing

A six month recurring dream

Oil stains

Glisten in this light

Fluorescent yellow blue and red

It’s not worth talking

When everything goes left unsaid

The freezing rain

Slants down in icy sheets

On some street where someone

Is cursing what they’ve done

And walking quickly toward the train

Cold and dejected

In a brightly lit steel frame

Please let it work itself out

We’ve got time to melt

You haven’t said a single thing

A six month recurring dream

Your eyes are a cloudy morning

My lips are this sealed letter

Ineptly yours, sincerely sorry

It’s something you feel

In the sole out of your shoe

On a loud city bus

On some aching afternoon