Tracer

I know that you're not what's missing

But it feels like you are

How many moments must I miss

Existing out of time?

But there's no glory in that

Staring at the ceiling fan

Crying just because you can

What if I don't feel different after this?

What if I don't feel different after this?

Thoughts are born and seek salvation

You killed them before they could walk

I've never finished anything

So why am I asking for more?

A tourist, holding out

For something that will never be said

I had that dream

The one where we talk for five minutes, and you say

"What took you so long?

What took you so long?"

What if I don't feel any different after this?

What if I don't feel any different after this?

Why am I still now, asking you?

What if I don't feel any different after this?