Your know that I've grown fond
Of finding stories in the ceiling
And we'll lay here
until the paint starts peeling

I'm a ghost of a persona.

until the bath water goes cold
watch the day go dark

Letting unanswered questions fall
Onto the stagnant water
Look into my own glazed eyes
In the waving reflection below your neck

I'm cursed to never understand
How you call just one place home

For now lets pretend like I'll never leave
Breathe in the rising steam
Lets never forget this moment