My blood runs silent through old highways
Breathes dripping off my flesh
Brain fixed broken from the days of shock therapy
Fingertips still in your hand

Hands clasped tight like trapeze artists
These legs walk in circles
Cycling back to memories of you
Someone reassure me I am alive

For right now I am a walking facade
A walking backdrop of the man I once claimed to be
Just because I am breathing
This does not mean I am alive