It's funny how we trade places
Black cloudy mind
Clouded with these chemicals
My only respite from the torture
of a life
Maybe I'll find you somewhere
in the back of my mind

Spreading thin

It's funny how things
seem different
Far from that night
Warm in contemplation
Retracing desires
Only in my mind I'm alone
I'm alone

Spreading thin
Spreading thin

Deprived of completion
I manifest
Half as a whole
Spreading thin

Not my air
Not my body
Sever, reverse

Leaving this mourning