if song 2 is so good why is there no song 3

Something in the substrate isn’t holding Numb hand in a warm bed rolling over

I rummage through the dirt And I find the worth And I shine it up And I beg of you To see what I could have become

I’m holding onto scenery Compressed inside my memories Until I can’t find all the maps I need For home I won’t be resting comfortably Sensation gets the best of me But I promise no delivery To your door.

Dead years hanging out here isn’t healthy The armed guards of nostalgia are pointing guns at me

I was tempted by the light I thought I saw behind the mirror And someone was looking But for paranoia’s sake If you could just give me a break And tell me I’m all I could be

I’m holding onto scenery Compressed inside my memories Until I can’t find all the maps I need For home I won’t be resting comfortably Sensation gets the best of me But I promise no delivery To your door

I recognize a litany of Requests are being asked of me But they slide through my hand as I throw them up If the worst I am is cowardly Then I consider that victory And I promise no delivery To your door.