P.T.S.D.

One thing I know I’ve seen you before and I Think that you should Stay right here by my side Bang, bang my head up against the wall Had the dial tone with no one to call Thinking of a new place I could go unfold myself Origami heart Put it with the others on the shelf Blowing in the wind, is a leaf That just fell from a tree With it’s roots running deep On a mountain side, steep Where it grew, from a seed There was her, there was he And that soon became three And that third, that was me Travelled baron deserts Looking for some buried treasure Things been severed with machetes I held closest like a teddy Ocean never steady Armageddon, bombs fell on the levies If it was meant to kill me I woulda been dead already Here you are in my deck of cards Queen in my face Stirring from a dream My past I can’t erase In your hand is a case with all the hope I misplaced But step thru this metal detector Just in case One thing I know I’ve seen you before and I Think that you should Stay right here by my side Run away, run away, run away Don’t run away, run away run away You got a good thing goin’ P.T.S.D. from all the explosions Roller coaster the top Anticipating the drop I done took me some shots Seen some wood turn to rot Kept some rolled in my sock For when I was out kicking rocks Got some shake from the shocks I’ve kicked down doors that were locked I’ve been fixed on the plot I done stirred up on the pot I burnt my hand it was hot I carved me out my own spot If I was a horse in the race I’d bet on me with the bank Running over land mines Or sit stuck in a bunker that’s safe I got one, two, three things I’d like to learn about you Give it three, two, one chance before I start to doubt you From the first time we were close I knew my arms were stuck around you Give you something different than all of these people that surround you Bombs go boom Always true Bombs go boom True to you One thing I know I’ve seen you before and I Think that you should Stay right here by my side Run away, run away, run away Don’t run away, run away run away You got a good thing goin P.T.S.D. from all the explosions