The Mess Inside

 

           The Mess Inside

            a ryan luse jam

 

 

My room looks like my mind

 

My mind looks like my room

 

Dimming lights, soon I’ll be blind

 

The hope left I just drank and consumed

 

 

My heart feels like my closet

 

My closet feels like my heart

 

My windows used to be so open

 

Now just painting of my false starts

 

 

Will I ever get off this ride?

 

The angels have already tried

 

Will I ever get off this ride?

 

So I can clean this mess inside

 

 

My love looks like my door

 

The door looks like my love

 

You can close all the way now

 

So the ceiling can derail above

 

 

My floor looks like my soul

 

My soul feels like my floor

 

I want to request just one song

 

As the wreckage piles on more

 

 

 

Will I ever get off this ride

 

The angels have already tried

 

Will I ever get off this ride?

 

So I can clean this mess inside.

 

 

The mess inside.