How To Fix Things

Outside my head
I take a rest
While I wait for
My thoughts to burn

Lies made of sand
In your hands
Always seem fair
But spill away

How do I know
When to go
Where will I find end of this road

Words that I throw
To hit doors
Stuck In my throat
Like sharpest bones

Hold that door

Say that you want it
Tell me I need it
How do I find it
Where do you keep it
Say what you want

Time is running out
I am done trying
To figure out
What is wrong
And which one is right
How to fix things
That are meant apart