Cave In

My Roman numeral came
As "one" and "I" are both the same
She curves just like the wick
Of a burning candles dancing flame
These vultures were in love,
Always circling high above
Picked each other apart,
Hungry for the others heart
Real fun, lets all underachieve
Failed to dispel the myth
Every time is always ending with
The sharp end of a star
Stabbing me right through my heart
Shes gone and Im beyond
A color scheme of loneliness
Now my Roman numeral is lost
As "one" and "I" are now divorced
Your wishes are my command
Real fun, lets all underachieve
Crawling out of rotted woodwork
It stings to breathe
When I dont even know what to do with myself
Real fun, lets all underachieve
[ Woodwork Lyrics ]