I thought i died
But conjunctions are strange
and while i felt it happen
nothing had changed.

Some split moment
some sever in time
where every thing that happens
isn't always mine

Your boredom has become concerning
the look in your eyes so dull when you meet me
And i try to think maybe your just learning
I tend to wonder if you can even see me.

My movement makes you flinch
and it could be coincidence
But i like to hold my hopes with my faith.

I like to use my eyes to hold your face.