deadbolt by Thrice

when deadbolts awake you from deja yu dreams.

at four in the morning you'll know whee i'll be.
ou running red lights asleep at the wheel.
the sirens feed my nightmares.
I just close my eyes, and I'm already here.
it's already to late, i know it's nothing but lies,
but they sound so sincere.
i find them too hard, i find them to hard to hate.
and she calls from the doorway "stolen water is sweet,
so let's drink in the darkness if you know what I mean."
and i'm almost sure that i've been here before,
this is not the first time i've stood in front of this door,
with an overwhelming feeling that i shouldn't go in,
but it seems this is a battle that I never cold win.
and you, my true love. you call form the hill top.
you call through the streets,
"darling don't you know, the water is poison."
and I say,
"come on and give me my poison."
what have I done? is it too late to save me from this place,
from the depths of the grave?
we all are those who thought we were brave.
what have I done?