Do What You Want

And when this bottle of solitude
Is dead in my hand
and on fire in my mouth

Your steady gaze still won't calm a thing
It makes me sad
Yeah, it makes me shout

Affections run together like watercolors
All muddled into browns
And indifferent greys

And you won't make it known that you're more scared than I
You won't make a sound
With the words you choose to say

You do what you want
But don't you want me?
My chances are shot
But you've made me feel...

For the first time
In what seems like years
I care about something
Care to the brink of tears
But what could I know about you
With all your closed doors
All the feeling I thought you had
Seems to seep through the floorboards
Seeps through the floorboards