Blue Ribbon

No, no one would break into you
To stand up and reach out for strayed truths
No one certainly would spread it around
Though your hideout hinges creak this loud

Did you know those were my last two cents?
My last phone call to talk with Mary Jane?
Did you know that was my last long air taxi ride?
My last phoenix before being sucked from the sky?

No one will buy your house if it is a broken shelter
No one will move there if they don't know the weather
You should've known better when put it to sale
All entries and stories tied in ail with a blue ribbon

I'm held by the walls
Nothing is bleeding me
In the void I'm breathing in
I'm held by the walls
Until this quiet rue wear thin
For me to get myself untied
And brave enough to arise
I'll have to forge and lie

No, no one saw the knob is unclear
And up on hanger there are a million keys
No one certainly would be so surprised
Having known the one they walk side-by-side

Did you know those were my last doubts?
My last great chance to dance it all out?
Did you know that was my last attempt of piety?
The last time this house would look like me?

You say the truth goes wherever you are
Though viewers must chooses what they testify
But they are freely all there, freely out there
And you're the only one who can't walk out untied