| Beautiful stranger
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| You came along at the wrong time
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| I’m just a shadow
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| Of how you see me in your mind
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| And you’re a scavenger
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| Sniffing out the scraps of what I left behind
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| Much like the vultures
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| Circling over both our heads
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| Sooner or later
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| They know we’ll remember we’ve been dead
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| This whole time
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| I’m ruling the kingdom of the blind
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| So leave me alone now
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| I’m taking the medicine
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| I can’t be around anyone
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| I need to be silent in my skin
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| Dwell in the stillness
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| Feel only the movement of my breath
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| And how it affects the air
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| Molecules around my body
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| Their subtle circulation
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| Could sufficiently captivate
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| My attention for centuries
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| What else could we need, really?
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| I wanted to warn you
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| Said I’m carrying some trauma as my chest
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| Clenches into a fist
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| Pulled back and ready to swing
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| 'Cause you kinda look like him
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| You got the same way
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| Of looking at me like you own me
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| And I used to like that I guess
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| But not anymore
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| Now it makes me feel like I am drowning
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| So don’t touch me
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| I’ve got more important things to do
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| And I couldn’t tell you
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| How good it feels to realize
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| That I never needed him
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| And I’ll never tell myself those lies
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| About what I need again
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| I don’t need anything at all
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| I already have it
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| Heaven exists in every breath
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| Within every moment
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| Is every birth and every death
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| That will ever happen
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| It’s already happened
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| It’ll happen again I guess |