Pictures (the push ups) - William Wild

Pictures on the wall that make me feel like I’m an old man

Lying to myself about the pictures of the island in my head

When I get my all I always end up getting something

Looking more and more like a mannequin in the mall

You could be something whole

Sitting there with your eyes closed

I don’t know if I can change you

I don’t know if I want to

All I remember, as walls fell around me

Wishing you would cry for me, all we did is pray

Picture what I’ve become

With all the pictures sitting on

The fireplace is off in the rain[?}

Stepping in through the fog

Of everything I could ever be

I’m clutching to hard to claim

While some record plays

Let the record play

How’m I gonna make it through

(All I feel inside is an enemy)

How’m I gonna make it

How’m I gonna make it through

Got your hand in the middle now

Team of three, this is everything

Cutting the cord on a remedy going anyway

Got your hands in the carpet now, push-up push-up push-up

I don’t like this

I don’t like this

I don’t like this

It’s all alive

You could be something whole sitting there

I don’t know if I can change you

I don’t know if I want to