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?