Pictures (the push ups)

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