i see you vividly which questions my sanity
but i know i’m not crazy because crazy doesn’t know insane
it’s not the rain, it’s not the shade and it’s not the fire brigade at your step
yes, sometimes i am the mouse while you’re the tiger
i trust as you thrust top-shelf bullshit through your mouth
i remember north and how i cried at south
the way i ran through mountains without knowing the route
lost without a compass while you were columbus or just an undercover buccaneer holding all my fears
a response is all i asked – nothing more
yet you knew war like i knew the door
i ask, i call, i float the shore looking for answers that lead to abyss
occasionally i see you, but i know it’s not you
i know your hair, your skin, your scent and every part of your being
they say i adore, but i lust for a memory of what once was
it was never you, it might’ve been the moment, how we danced
the way i basked, the way i knew chance
we were just a tidal in the eve waiting for the dark to take over
but i know one day over my shoulder
i’ll remember october to my closure, the exposure and our moment
older and older, but the coaster will be over
my home, my love, my nova, as you know, i will be sober
your odor will linger, but it’ll no longer be at your leisure
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