obsessed with what you think
you've been missing
withering and waiting, impatiently
on calls from the other side
This illusion of contentment
floats down, everywhere
I'm sorry I'm gone
glimmering and aching, endlessly
on calls from the other side
the amusement of resentment
floats down, everywhere
I'm sorry I'm gone
i still do believe
that i had to leave, but I'm still lost
I'm sorry I'm gone
I'm sorry I'm gone
