Tell me something more about the life inside your head
Where it is you go when every part of you is dead
Maybe I can come along so you won't have to talk
I'll see it with my own two eyes, I'll follow as you walk
And even if you set a pace that I cannot maintain
I'll make my way with caution like I'm falling in the rain
I'll read you like a story you have bound within yourself
And yours will be the only book I set upon my shelf
I'd like to spend my days rereading every single page
Let life into your words, they're not a trap, you're not a cage

You carried me for many months and thus became my world
My hands are shaped like yours because I am your little girl
I could've let you go if you had said that's what you wish
But every word I heard you speak was opposite of this
I saw the life you thought you lost and held it close for you
Believe me when I say that's what I knew I had to do
I look at you the same today as I did even then
Before I ever breathed the air of everywhere you'd been
And there are times when all I need to do is go inside
To let the warmth of who you are wash over like a tide
The closer that I come to you the less I feel alone
I guess it's true what people say - some people feel like home

I've built myself a tower at the bottom of the sea
The water rises high as it envelops all of me
I've turned into a swimmer and the fish don't seem to mind
I wonder if they'll ever see that I am not their kind
Or maybe we become the things we choose to be around
With all of these dimensions who's to say that I will drown  
The point is if I do there's somewhere else that I can go
If everything is everywhere, we're always never *home

You force yourself to stay within the lines you didn't draw
I'd ask you why you're doing this but cannot be so raw
Instead I'll go along with all the choices that you make
And put the pressure somewhere else until it is too late
So when the ticks and talks become a voice you do not hear
Remember then that spoken time has said, the end is near
Asylum is for everyone but not for all the same
I think you understand it too, you see the patterns change
Directly interfering with the process undergone
Will neither make it easier nor any bit less long
I wonder who I'm talking to or what I even say
I've stepped away from every sense of sense I ever made

I'm always away I'm but never in bed
Never exhausted enough to be dead
Stuck at the edge of the breaths that I take
Nobody passes my way by mistake
I used to see what I purposely could
Stand at the grave like a tragedy would
When did my legs dig a hole in the ground
How do I sleep in the places I found
Tell me a story to summon my thoughts
Pull them apart and connect all the dots
Scribbles and phrases aren't easy read
Impossible only for those who deceive
Nothing is ever the truth when you hide
Pieces of fiction to which you subscribe
Finish the sentence and check what you wrote
Don't be afraid to let everything go