A Wishful Puppeteer Lyrics

I haven't seen you since that Brooklyn night

I guess it's been a year by now

Cold and rainy, in a poet's words

Dark and crimson in a drunken way

I was frozen in a windowpane

Kind of like I was on a movie screen

You hair was darker than I remembered it

I was as awkward as I could've been



So much has changed, it seems nothing ever changes

I found a way to wear a thousand different faces

Time creeps into my dreams

Breathe deep

Fill your lungs with me



Headaches, stalemates

Chest pains, I'm trembling

Ink stains, text to burn

Am I leaving?...Am I leaving?



I found your face in my dreams the last two nights

What are you doing here?

What am I singing for?

A windowsitter grown into the crutch

The crutch has always been right there for him

I'm sorry for pushing her away

I'm dark and crimson in a drunken sway

I'm dark and crimson in a drunken sway

So much has changed it seems nothing ever changes