Stranger

Stranger I can only see your face when I stop moving Seems like in every time and place my eyes just linger But I seem to find a comfort in the crook of your elbow And I find salvation where your nape meets your spine And stranger I've never ever believed in deities But I find your body holy In the way it intertwines With mine, mine, oh mine Stranger I've pricked million holes in my skin Just hoping That someone strange would take the time to look within 'Cause I seem to find an exhale in the droplets That the needle pulls from me Just like it would with cloth and thread And stranger I never look up at the night stars Cause I know those pinpricks mirror me And their light is already dead Stranger I know this sounds a bit morose But I'm tired of these flat lands and talking plainly for other's comfort Cause I find my calm in dark talks on a barstool And I find my god in tears mixed with wine And stranger You know, thoughts and ink make trouble But trouble would find me anyway So I sit and start to write, write, write, oh write Stranger I'll never tell you my name you wanna know why Cause names were picked by others And those names can carry lies So call me needlepoint and call me pinprick You can even call me plain Jane if you'd like But stranger I've never ever believed in anything 'Til you sat down right beside me And you took me and looked inside Stranger I can only see your face when I stop moving