Ordinary Doesn'T Speak To Me

love is some double-edged sword love is some cliche that still sounds good riding off the tip of your tongue into the space of darkness hiding in crawlspaces love is a blindman beating at my door he wants in but i'm too afraid of what he'll do stay out of my house goddammit then i look and see and it's only a tree god is alone in me he takes life from life spins it on its heart bleeds in, bleeds out blood is oxygen crutches saw down the bone to a thin paste helps me cover up my heartstrings once so easily exposed i couldn't stand another night without you or yes, i can i could stand this whole life without you but i don't want to just don't make me buy a house don't make me mow the lawn don't make me wash the car don't ask for that wedding in the stars i don't want to be ordinary what do you want?