interventions

There's a lock on my door and I know how to use it
And don't you pretend that you're still so confused with
The way that I'm learning and healing my scars
The way that I'm learning to fly

I've had enough of your interventions
Of your stories and your morals and your unwanted advice
Your twisting the facts and your good intentions
Of your always playing the part of sweet and nice
But I can see further than that
And I'm done letting you in

I'm burning these bridges, I'm building these walls
I don't need you to catch me if I stumble and fall
I'm leaping, I'm bounding, I'm learning, not everything's right
But soon enough I'll take to the sky

I've had enough of your interventions
Of your stories and your morals and your unwanted advice
Your twisting the facts and your good intentions
Of your always playing the part of sweet and nice
But you'll have to try harder than that
Because I'm done letting you in

There's a lock on my door and I know how to use it
So when you knock on my door you'll have no more excuses