You say you feel like death all the time
I'm scared for your poetic mind
You sure have a poetic mind
Damn right
If this is what we romanticize
I'm dreading what's going to happen
At the stroke of midnight
My thoughts convoluted
I can't compute it
I hate when I'm losing
Especially when it could be you
Especially when it could be you
I want no one else but you
Drinking from my cup
When we stood in that
Parking lot
I stole something I can't
Give back to you
I can't give back to you
I can't give back to you
I can't give back to you
I can't give back to you, you, you, you
You, you, you
And it's okay that we don't talk right now
I feel you anyway
Even if you're far away
Invisible thread
I'll meet you again
At world's end