Cannonball Statman - Console lyrics

There's a rope, it goes from me to you; it's like I'm flying, and I think it's real. There's a rope, it goes from me to you; I'm tired of hearing it's all in my head. I haven't come to ask you to change your mind, I haven't come to ask you to change your ways; I've come to tell you that every night I take this rope directly to you. There's a rope, and it takes me back to you; it's like I'm dying, and I think it's real. There's a rope that takes me back to you; I'm tired of hearing it's all in your head. And I'm always here to haunt you, to take my revenge on you, because you feel this pain, too, don't you? If you had the strength to get rid of me, why didn't you do it yourself, or at least, without these mind games? You are like a poison; poison me to d**h. And I'm here to sweep you off your feet; you stare at my fate, and say "that's for me", and I look so powerful when you sleep, and through the rolling streams; the treetops above. Yeah, I live my life in these woods to search for other places; places outside the world of apathy and confusion, places where everything makes sense. I thought I loved you before, but you lived in a world that wasn't mine; coffee with milk and sugar from a night down the block. Yeah, and I would talk to you inside one way mirrors after school; fell in the mud, but the police said we were clean. Yeah, and everyone's a lost cause in their own magazines; everyone's a traitor in their own way, and everyone's so worried worried worried that the lock won't lock. Everyone forgot their keys last night, and everyone was talking about how you could get this raincoat for a million dollars, from the man at the train station. Yeah, and everyone was talking about how much of a facade it was; everyone forgot their keys last night. In the days of November, yeah, I will get my car; yeah, I will drive on into everything. In the days of December, you will take my life, but you won't go anywhere. In the days of November, I will get my car; drive down the coast of every country by the ocean. In the days of December, you will take my life, and there'll be no one left to Console me. There's a rope, I take from me to you; looks like I'm dying. Well, I think it's real. There's a rope, I take from me to you; I'm tired of hearing it's all in my head.