True Crime

I'm destined to be

Alone and longing for someone

Your face, caught on the breeze

I know it's not me

My part is ended

And all I happen to see

Is visions of my true crime

Cracked, dreaming of you

Like it was my first time

Every day, I look away

You creep to me, wait by my corner

Stooped, picking up things

I'm reminded, my sleep is ended

And all I happen to see

Is visions of my true crime

Cracked, dreaming of you

Like it was my first time

My true crime

I think of your skin

The softness of it, oh, how it pains me

It links to my everything

I reach for it

I only remember

And all I happen to see

Is visions of my true crime

Cracked, dreaming of you

Like it was my first time

All I find

My true crime

Your face, caught on my breeze

I know it's not me

My part is ended