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 til' I don't feel a thing.
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.
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?