Something feels a little out of place
Is it you, is it me?
Or maybe something in between?
Something feels a little out of place
Maybe the buzzing of this fluorescent light
Something feels a little out of place
Couldn't put my finger on it even if I got it amputated
Looking for emancipation or even just some correlation
Still not really used to the incapacitation
But something feels rigid
The room is feeling frigid
The only thing I've been gaining lately here is some distance
Counting down the minutes through some lenses in a bent frame
Sitting on a nose bone chilling by the rib cage
And I'm looking at her face
The gloom is heavy
The clouds are steadily gathering and floating right under the ceiling fan
Flooding out the bed sheets, overflow the dripping pans
Feeling like a prison camp
Watching from the window on the outside
Married souls turned into widows
Black like spiders
Poison in the cider
I loved with every part of me, now I'm the f*cking liar
Hearing Handel's choir from "Hallelujah" to dissonance
Too gone, I'm lost
The rain remains omnipotent
I sat across the room watching the rope that connected our souls untether to a slope
That shifted to a snake that forgot our names
Sat across my chest, caressing my neck
Waiting for me to to sell my last breath
Satan still waiting for me to write that last check
But it'd only bounce back if he'd try to cash that so I'll keep sulking while I sit here with the last laugh
She's standing in a dark patch; it's like she saw the ghost of her lover rising from the under
Ripping her soul asunder, trying to distinguish my voice amidst the thunder
I'm terrified, too
Can't you still see that I'm still me?
Why is this happening?
These demons are after me
Can't you see that I'm still me?
I can see you and me shining in the violet
Suddenly the room became silent