Renegade

Maybe I'm not just another life Or maybe tomorrow I'll die I'm not a pessimist, I'm just a realist And I think I'm winning the race to the other side There's plenty of room for another life So maybe tomorrow I'll try There's a figure who saved me once before But I can't remember what she looks like I keep thinking I can help myself But I keep thinking about someone else Everything Is nothing in the face of everything With my lone blind eyes But I'll be your king Even if we leave the lights on I'm a renegade with a little bit of fight left I'll expend it all when I feel our hips pressed I'll pretend for a moment 'Cause everything Is nothing in the face of everything With my lone blind eyes Well, I don't know what the hell I'm doing I've got a feeling I've felt this feeling before Like I'm sailing but always off the shore Maybe I'm not just another life Or maybe tomorrow I'll die I don't know why I would run from you, my dear But I can't remember why I'm here Everything Is nothing in the face of everything With my lone blind eyes But I'll be your king Even if we leave the lights on I'm a renegade with a little bit of fight left I'll expend it all when I feel our hips pressed I'll pretend for a moment 'Cause everything Is nothing in the face of everything With my lone blind eyes My lone blind eyes I'm sailing with the wind Against the tide I can't resist I think I like the way the wind will kiss My eyes, make me hide behind My hands until I feel the morning sand Between my fingertips And slowly they will fossilize Water somehow makes them dry While veins hide from my skin I'm a realist, not a pessimist A renegade impressionist Perfecting art with my pretend heart With my pretend heart My pretend heart