Your Stranger

I don’t want to be your nothing I don’t want to be your… I don’t want to be your nothing I don’t want to be your… I don’t want to be your nothing I don't want to be your… I don't want to be your nothing I don’t want to be your stranger I think myself to pieces Because there might have been nothing but us I think myself to pieces An elaborate hoax that you’re gone I think myself to pieces Seam ripper to the hem that we made I think myself to pieces How many of you can fit behind the face? I don’t want to be your nothing I don’t want to pass a stranger’s eye Hovering above our bodies In the dark, I still rewind I don’t want to be your nothing Just another blur in a faceless crowd I don’t want to be your… I don’t want to be your… stranger I think myself to pieces Dark echo of the noise that we've made I think myself to pieces No cake to cut, you need space I think myself to pieces Tears of sweat from your skin I think myself to pieces Love is a fantasy I’m in