Dismantle

It's tall and four-eyed
It's past high tide
The walls can talk
They won't shut up

And you...
You wanted to have it all
You won't ever see me break
The rain - my walls - won't fall

In the midst of denial, the real me falls under
A cloudy complexion rolls over like thunder
I'll hide
Safe, since the waves roll high

The petals in the water
Tell me the room's getting hotter
It's past high tide
And the walls are four-eyed
So I couldn't leave if I tried