no strings attached

imaginations on fire

alright, look

my first thought was not my best thought

my brain is just a little different then yours

right now, i don't just wanna be heard, i wanna be listened to

and it bothers me at night that someone knows me

it bothers me to the point of no relaxation

let's put this in freeze frame

let me paint a mental picture portrait for you

so you can forget what's outside these four walls

or just let me tell you how we stay in place

cause we've never wanted to know

and we've never thought of anything we need

we'll wake up at night

and open our coffin doors

we act as statues by day

walk down to the shores

and ignore the wars

even as the rain pours

hopes set higher, we'll be on fire

one that nobody but us will know

hopes set higher, we'll be on fire

i sing songs that no one understands

i think i've given up, white flag hoisted

i don't have writer's block, it's just that

the writer in my head has given up

and it bothers me at night that someone knows me

it bothers me to the point of no relaxation

we'll wake up at night

and open our coffin doors

we act as statues by day

walk down to the shores

and ignore the wars

even as the rain pours

hopes set higher, we'll be on fire

i will reach towards the sky, waiting for something to feel

cut my life into bite-size pieces with a pair of pocket scissors

but no one cares to explain what these colors mean

i can't seem to find a way to open up

when you were young, did you close your eyes

and you see clear as day but when you open them up

everything looked a little not right

as your walls crash to the ground

and your imagination caves in, reality seeps in

then you find out you were sleeping the entire time

this is not what you're supposed to see

please tell me a story of how i was

i'm swinging on a string

the string has been cut, the puppeteer

has made the situation dire

my imagination is on fire

and i don't know why but there's blood on my hands

this was not supposed to be happen

this was not what the stories said

we'll wake up at night

and open our coffin doors

we act as statues by day

andwalk down to the shores

hopes set higher, we'll be on fire

we'll wake up at night

and open our coffin doors

we act as statues by day

walk down to the shores

hopes set higher, we'll be on fire

we'll be on fire

yeah