I always seem to see things that I shouldn't I never seem to get it right I always seem to paint such pretty pictures But they're always in black and white Everybody tells me that it isn't God's plan And I'm just messing it all up I know they're probably right and I should just bail Turn my wheel towards the high road but It feels good to go left It feels good to misstep I paved my own roads and built my own castles I made a world for myself And then the flood rushed in and threw it all sideways And my heavens gave way to hell Sometimes you just need to find a fog and lie in it For a week or two on your own Keep making things empty and shattering glass And ripping out seams you've sewn It feels good to forget It feels good to reset Babies split the bottle 'tween the two of them Shut the blinds and locked the doors (deadbolt) One sprawled out on the lavender couch And the other sat on the floor (feet cold) And the mannequin walked and the dial tone talked And the dirt bled blood when it should've bled mud Do you see what you do to me? Do you see what you do to me?