Redecorate – Twenty One Pilots

Redecorate
Taking inventory of his life.
Seeing snapshots chronologically in line
Something told him he should look around and tidy up.
He collected many things but never quite enough.
Tried looking at it from a new perspective.
Flat on his back but he still heard the directive.
Orders from that corner where that shadow always lived.
Never asked permission he just hopes that they forgive.

I don’t want to go like this.
At least let me clean my room.
I don’t want to leave like this,
‘Cause the last thing I want to do is
Make my people make decisions,
Wondering what to do, oh,
Should they keep it on display,
Or redecorate?

Blankets over mirrors, she tends to like it.
She’s not afraid of her reflection but of what she might see behind it.
She had plans to change her name,
Just not the traditional way.
Haunted by a couple big mistakes.
She covers all the dents with the way she decorates.
Then one night she got cold with no blankets on her bed.
So she ripped them off the mirror, stepped back and she said…

With the bells and the whistles scaled back,
Like an isolated track,
And he feels trapped when he’s not inebriated.
Fair to say he’s fairly sedated most days of the week.
He might have made it if he lived on a different street.
I repeat, scaled back and isolated.
He says he likes an open schedule but he mostly hates it.
If you’re running to his room, take a breath before you break in.
Put your ear up to the door, tell me can you hear him saying