Maybe I'm not just another life
Or maybe tomorrow I'll die
I'm not a pessimist, I'm just a realist
And I think I'm winning the race to the other side
There's plenty of room for another life
So maybe tomorrow I'll try
There's a figure who saved me once before
But I can't remember what she looks like
I keep thinking I can help myself
But I keep thinking about someone else
Everything
Is nothing in the face of everything
With my lone blind eyes
But I'll be your king
Even if we leave the lights on
I'm a renegade with a little bit of fight left
I'll expend it all when I feel our hips pressed
I'll pretend for a moment
'Cause everything
Is nothing in the face of everything
With my lone blind eyes
Well, I don't know what the hell I'm doing
I've got a feeling I've felt this feeling before
Like I'm sailing but always off the shore
Maybe I'm not just another life
Or maybe tomorrow I'll die
I don't know why I would run from you, my dear
But I can't remember why I'm here
I'm sailing with the wind
Against the tide I can't resist
I think I like the way the mist will kiss
My eyes, make me hide behind
My hands until I feel the morning sand
Between my fingertips
And slowly they will fossilize,
Water somehow makes them dry
While veins hide from my skin
I'm a realist, not a pessimist
A renegade impressionist
Perfecting art with my pretend heart
My pretend heart