A Secret Factory Producing Open Lies

I guess everyone you met was a conman
Out on some sunken ship
In international waters
We promised to stop dealing
Like every promise would make it happen
And every craft you built was sinking
While you turned a collar up sideways in the dark
But just a purple raincoat on a Tuesday
Where sun was shining off the snow
And it's hard to hold your hand
When you're rolling dollar bills
And like any dealer we were reaching for a hand
Rolling dollar bills in mirror frames
Parched as a picture of trains
And when I told you where I stood
You saw some kind of extra foot
Halfway up my back
And now you want the dreams to be the burden of another
But once we played a game
With loaded glass
And smoke can rise
But we don't belong up there with the angels
And when you spoke like that
I couldn't tell where the end began
I couldn't tell where cars wouldn't turn over
But everyone you met was some kind of leech
Where every cat missed its own jump
And fell to the floor
Like words were out of ink
And we left each other nothing but memories
We were watching for cars on a Wednesday
We were just some broken mirror pane
Waiting for a stranger to arrive and change our lives
Hoping that we'd be dealt the hand
That could beat any card they may hand us
And now you'll have to wear those leather gloves
Stretched up to your shoulders
To cover a roadmap of copper keys
But the glove is rotted through at the fingers
And when you're hands have stopped shaking
We can reach again
And they could stretch forever
If we weren't reaching to surrender
But we got lost outside some drunken misery
We got lost in a place of sunken ships
And we had forgotten how to make fire
So we carried burning logs with us
Always ready to light another
And I turned my lips to you bare
I presented my back for a token of silver
But everyone we had met was a conman
And everyone we were was a long shot
We didn't want to fly that day
We just didn't have much left to turn to
We were supposed to meet between classes
On a stairway outside a cathedral
Where you had to turn out your pockets
Just to enter
And now you'll have to build another lamp to see yourself
You'll have to stay up on a foreign watch
Because we taught each other all we knew
And now will you come back
Just to see what I learned without you?
Will you come back to be a charm
Around my neck like a weight?
Because the ship is sinking and shore is far
Because I'll just sink under the weight of you
And it's so hard to hold your hand
When you blister yourself with cigarette tears
But you weakened me with a hand in the dark
You turned me with a puddle of bleach
To clear out the veins
That still run through with all of you