The Island of Misfit Toys - Architects lyrics

We get so heavy, and we've gotta let it breathe My night proves sleepless I watch a live birth before I go to work Is that you smiling? I thought I knew what I was doing 'til I watched the teeth shoot through in every beam We get so heavy, and we've gotta let it breathe My loose end's leafless The Doctor feels the spin just when he stands That's why he's smiling Then I'm reminded why he's crying I join in; I'm completely fine with it We get so heavy and we've gotta let it breathe Preserve the image Of the last vibrant seconds I was clean And I'm still smiling Each notebook's in a drawer Thousands of words do what these pictures should've done Black Done up like a doll Done up like the laminated cover Of my rite-of-pa**age/social-d**h-knell Hide in gravy-boat eyes In flying-saucer midnight Bounce, back and forth, up and down Echo-chamber dread You hollow out my head I'm swallowed by my bed You're resting on my shelf You're kissing me goodnight You're wishing me good morning Now tell me Do we look anything like a mirror? I wake up amazed everyday, that in spite of every shortcoming, of every misstep and halfstep, and every debased covenant, and every ripped contract behind that backs of my makers, I'll always be fine. It's like what Ms. Magnusson said, in the darkness of the Guided Study room, pulling me out of my own huddled ma** just to tell me I'll always be fine. It's so simple, that after all this, it seems sick, but I'll always be fine. As long as you stay, perched with me on this Earth, waiting to be lifted, I'll always be fine Now tell me Do we look anything like a mirror?