this is all so foreign to me

the cars in the street

the sound of my feet on the radio

i can't even feel your skin

the blood rushing in

have i lost the will to win

am i fighting for yesterday

these are the trees

and the sticks and the bees

that float on and on and on inside my memory

take a train to the left

this all so direct

i hate everything said to the beat of the waterways

it's good to know that i'm so comfortable

that i'm all that is needed 

when i'm all that you need

like a reflection on glass

that's what you would say to me

this is what it feels like

welcome to the b-sides

now get away from me before we both die

i am the string around your finger

the thing you don't want to remember

but you tied the knot too tight