Astral Projection - Creeper

Last January I held my breath and begged for a life less laced with tragedy

You never wanted me

And the space in between became just like a dream

Though I never left, only in part

From the top of my lungs to the pit of your heart

«Do you really want to wake alone?

Don’t you want to go home?»

Ever waiting for the end, for this to die and the sky to fall below

I grieve the loss of who I was in vain

My nights disintegrate into you

Do you see me the way that I see you in other people’s eyes?

Purple and true, I do this all for you

The space in between, it died just like a dream

Why fall in love to fall apart?

From the top of my lungs to the pit of your heart

«Do you really want to wake alone?

Don’t you want to go home?»

And we all wilt and fade

Tragic and trite, we dissipate

(That place between sleeping and awake

That half dreaming space is where I’ll always keep you.)