I am your remains, a sign you've been here- an artifact in a thrift store that you leave without fear
Love is a victim of my apathy
You tug on the slack of our rope till' I don't feel a thing
Ifeel nothing, i think i am broke
I am not permanent, the shadow sewn into yours
I can look at your hands & question who I am
Have I lost you?
Have I lost me?
Don't (you) invite me to play hide & seek when you know damn well that you don't want to be found by me
I can look at your hands & question who I am
For the person you just met, dedicate all my songs, every last one that we listened to on our way home
On our way home, on our way home
I am not permanent, the shadow sewn into yours
I can look at your hands & question who I am
Have I lost you?
Have I lost me?
So what if I fall into you again I told you once that I'm not permanent I am not permanent, the shadow sewn into yours
I can look at your hands & question who I am
Have I lost you?
Have I lost me?