Fire Door

I opened the fire door
 to four lips
 none of which were mine
 kissing
 tightened my belt around my hips
 where your hands were missing
 and stepped out into the cold
 collar high
 under the slate grey sky
 the air was smoking and the streets were dry
 and I wasn't joking when I said
 Good Bye
 magazine quality men talking on the corner
 French, no less much less of them then us
 so why do I feel like something's been rearranged?
 you know, taken out of context I must seem so strange
 killed a cockroach so big
 it left a puddle of pus on the wall
 when you and I are lying in bed
 you don't seem so tall
 I'm singing now because my tear ducts are too tired
 and my mind is disconnected but my heart is wired
 I make such a good statistic
 someone should study me now
 somebody's got to be interested in how I feel
 just 'cause I'm here
 and I'm real
 oh, how I miss
 substituting the conclusion to confrontation with a kiss
 and oh, how I miss
 walking up to the edge and jumping in
 like I could feel the future on your skin
 I opened the fire door
 to four lips
 none of which were mine
 kissing
 I opened the fire door x 9