Silversun Pickups

They took everything you want
Wrapped it in a box, locked it in a key
Made of high rise stucco walls,
Polyester guards moving out of sync

Hurt with curtain rod swords
Shields of cardboard, (a two wheeled steed?)
I stormed the cul de sac
to get things back on track
bring you what you need

You would do the same for me
But I might have lost my mind

I can never show you what you gave to me
A shape n' form of make believe
I wouldn't want to stay here in my incomplete
Shaken up realities

I’ll give everything I've got to fill a canyon with useless debris
From plastic foliage, collected catalogs, and other figurines
I would sentence everyone, over 21, to the guillotine
Cuz they never understood
Our neck of the woods and what it all could mean

This is not a game for me
But I might have lost my mind

I can never show you what you gave to me
A shape n' form of make believe
I wouldn't like to stay here in my incomplete reality
Shaken up realities, shaking up reality

You would do the same for me
But I might have lost my mind

I can never show you what you gave to me
A shape n' form of make believe
I wouldn't like to stay here in my incomplete
Shaken up realities
I really like to be there when you raise for me
A shape n' form of make believe
I wish I could just warn you what my death will be
Shaken up realities, shaking up reality