I don't mind the sound
 Of a voice
 Of your voice
 When you use it like your gun
 So much fun
 Fire your gun
 
 Casual as you are, gets hard to say
 I won't say
 'less you're going away
 
 He's stringing himself on up to your front door
 You've been a wall of ideas about the rich and the poor
 With his car horn talk, you make your focus break
 When you're left to yourself you're going anyway
 
 I don't differentiate
 We from they
 We from they
 Feel my appetite
 Wild light
 Sleepless night
 Lean my head against an angry moon
 Always room
 Angry moon
 
 In and out of a metal chair
 In an unloved apartment where
 I can build myself up before I make the scare
 String myself up onto your front door
 
 Street joy
 You adore