Outlines

Crossing state-lines
I've lost so much of myself and realized
That I forgot where it is I wanted to be
You're sleeping, and I can hardly hear your breathing
Or feel the warmth of your touch...

There's something in the way
That we're used to leaving behind
The pieces of ourselves we feel aren't worth keeping!

We're always on the run
What's the point of wasting time here?
Nothing that we could part with would be worth saving
The farther we get, it's easier to see
How much of ourselves remains
What's the part of us worth keeping?
I still wonder... is there anything worth keeping?
I'm falling under the influence again
And the sun is rising
But I'm no further than when I started this escape...
Where's the perspective I'm wishing for?

Your voice hangs in the air: "Wasn't there... someone standing there... shouting out my name?
Did you hear... could you hear my name?
Was she... calling me?
Must've been something in the way that she called my name
Something was there! Don't you trust me? Watch us fall apart!
(When you said goodbye) you must've found a way to crawl inside my head and you died!"

But the hardest part, is knowing that... I can't go back