The Outlaw Star

I was afraid of repetition Circling in orbit, the changing of tides Is it fate or superstition? Sometimes I question if you thought it yourself Or if it was the words of everyone else On top of being complacent Us getting placed in A space made uncomfortable I tried to give you the room to breathe That may have further drove the wedge between Being lovers and roommates Our fugue state I think it took me moving on For you to realizе we were worth it (Took a dеtour, made it mean more) Once I was gone, I had a view of what we didn't see (Sun burned out, lost a light source) I was afraid of repetition Circling in orbit, the changing of tides Yeah, I'm not even superstitious But somehow our stars realigned I could feel the distance Like our room was in the house next door I only got resistance When I tried to revise the plan (I felt ignored) I'd hide away And contemplate where we had gone astray The solitude, it laid waste I think it took me moving on For you to realizе we were worth it (Took a dеtour, made it mean more) Once I was gone, I had a view of what we didn't see (Sun burned out, lost a light source) For a while now I've felt like I've become a known collector of curses (I lost count, I don't keep score) Taking a step back Might not be as bad as it seems I was afraid of repetition Circling in orbit, the changing of tides Is it fate If our stars align?