You told me I was a view that only birds can see
And you sat upon that piano in hopes it would impress me
I've got a message for you from me
Your little plan worked and I'm waiting for delivery
I'll build you a piano in my bedroom
I'll make you wings out of paper and glue
And you can fly wherever you want to baby
Up through that trap door to the tower
I laid on rafters, wasting my hours
Like you said, i'm an old wound
I'm looking for a window to see through
I'll trade a hundred of anything for you
I've said it before but its never been true
I'm used to doing just what I want to
You're always changing the maps you make me
You told me you hate how clumsy I can be
Yesterday I went back to that room
Where you told me the secrets that you knew
I stood on a table to get a better view
Proceeded to tell myself lies about you
Climb back up on your piano
Up through that trap door to the tower
I laid on rafters, wasting my hours
I've been dusting off my old wounds
But none measure up to the ones collected from you
I used to get just what I wanted to