Holding everything we touch
And it fades to something new
Something that we cannot hold
Something painted black and blue
Time spent away from home
Time spent alone with you
Time staring into space
Time wondering
Who am I
Who am I
What is happiness and wealth
What makes up a sense of self
What can help me fall asleep
What can silence all the doubt
Trying things but talk is cheap
Cheap is everything I do
Really good at counting sheep
Really good at asking
Who am I
Who am I
Scribbled hearts underneath my eyelids
Fade to grey
I tried to scratch the itch
But it went away
Static spirals when I close my eyes
All the memories float inside
And drift away and die
Like sparks hopping off a log