So you gave up and turned away
After all, was it just a phase?
He was twice your age
A pair, a bed, and a sink
Skimming the classifieds and safe
Sweating teen screaming
At your own maker
Like any place just the same
A prayer, a bottle,
A wandering sensation of leaving
What is broken
Am I not you when you become me?
Am I not your echo when you adore me?
Am I your opposite?
And do you look for me?
Skimming the lines of the day
Looking for your words to say
Am I your mimic?
Or am I your topic?
Your fever, esprit de corps
Out of the same
Out of the old
Out of the silence
Into the night
How did you break into your own?
How did you break in to find?
Did you ever hear the sound?
And did it break into your soul?