i feel like no matter where i go,
the traveling siren will follow me to the bone.
you've got something against me
and i wouldn't blame you if you said
i was never your intention to keep.

i worry that by day you're a master manipulator
and night you've transformed into a sleeping bag
on a camping trip by the stream that always babbles.

i can't find you in just the cancerous smoke clouds anymore,
you've transcended a typical passing thought
into a translucent daydream casting into plaster.
you're a still image wrapping around my ******* brain
i can't feel you but i hear you
and i see your smile and i know your words
but those very sentences never cease to create doubt.

you're everything i've ever wanted to love,
i always talk about how the figure of you
will seem to transform into any possible figment
just to pass the notion off of how ******* badly
i want you to be true

i can't figure out whether fear is a burden or a survival method
a technique formed precisely at the hand
i wish you'd stay in bed with me tomorrow morning
but you always have to go
i wish i knew where you had to be
maybe then i could figure out if you're even worth the time.

i haven't felt this way in a while and it scares me