Inconsistent 
Heads and heart are 
So persistently mistaken 
What do eyes tell
They tell secrets
That cast a spell
Can't believe that

Simultaneously travel
Down both alleys
Into trouble

Break in the doll face
Just mud is behind
I can't find no one
I can't find no one
I can't find

Sentimental
Memories do [bad word] me
Try to please you
Why speak the [bad word] When it's no use
What I would like
Discontinue

Brace for the open door
Feel the little pinch beneath the
Dirt you sifted, or?

When you try to step outside you find
That twine has binded your feet
And the more you open up your home 
The more your hopes are poorer for it