I built a bunker in the back of my mind
+
The walls were a dream
+
The roof was Lucite
+
There was art in the halls that was never ours
+
The scaffolds fell
+
The comet fired
+
Does it all come closer or just the sound?
+
I'm sick of poets and being profound
+
You bathe in the sweat
+
Your mouth like a straw
+
You're calloused but soft
+
You trace every flaw
+
You were mine
+
You were mine
+
You were mine
+
You were never mine
+
You were mine (Do you ever think of me now and then?)
+
You were mine (Do you ever fall into pieces?)
+
You were mine
+
Do you ever think of me now and then? (You were never mine)
+
Don't avoid the question
+
I miss the future like a face I forgot
+
Like worms miss the earth in the bottom of a pot
+
Yeah, I miss the future
+
It's mirrors and smoke
+
It's mirrors and more mirrors
+
And you're in on the joke
+
Does it all come closer or just the sound?
+
I'm sick of poets being profound
+
You bathe in the sweat
+
Your mouth like a straw
+
You're callous but soft
+
You trace every flaw
+
You were mine, oh
+
You were mine, oh
+
You were mine, oh
+
You were never mine
+
You were mine (Do you ever think of me now and then?)
+
Do you ever fall into pieces?
+
You were never mine (Do you ever think of me now and then?)
+
You were never mine (Don't avoid the question)
+
You were mine (Do you ever think of me now and then?)
+
You were mine (Do you ever fall into pieces?)
+
You were mine (Do you ever think of me now and then?)
+
You were never mine (Don't avoid the question)
+
