Slipping in and out
Of melancholy...

We are all memories old
Someone's shadow in tow...

Pain in separation
Lies and misconceptions...

I, I've always been lost when it comes to you
Feelings of truth and feelings of doubt...

A russle in the morning breeze
I dig deep into my lungs...

All major decisions
Destined from your head...

I know you've become inert
But I swear I wasn't the one to make you hurt...

Darkness rises; I try to escape
All my sin is turned into pain...

It seems like I sail to changing winds
But I always come round the bend...

When it comes to you
I'll be your sword...

You left the door open
As you walked out into the rain...

The sheets
So inviting...