Image Is Nothing, Lobsters Are Everything

Those doors won’t open up for you, not now not anymore
You’re not the person that you used to be You light a cigarrette and say that it won’t satisfy you, like you just aren’t
satisfying me What can I do?
What can I say to you to try and figure out whatever’s on your mind?
I think there’s something I’m supposed to see
Read me that open book that I’ve been waiiting for so long
You checked it out while checking out with me What will I do?
What will I say?
Been here before, each and every day
Who let you just run away?
What will I do?
What will I say?
Been here before each and every day
Who let you just run away?