Wing Span - Shutters

They Knock on my door but i'm not home

I'm not stoned, I'm not alone, Just writing songs on my phone

Can you feel me yo when that bubble pops?

The trouble starts

You talk alot

People please to get pass the guard

To get past the cops

To get past the dogs

To get past your mom

To get past the harshness

Inside the darkness you scatter and stutter

Feeling slick cause you slipped like an open pack of butter

Feeling like you have to mutter

Hiding behind closed doors and broken shutters