Your Stranger - The Faint

I don’t want to be your nothing

I don’t want to be your…

I don’t want to be your nothing

I don’t want to be your nothing

I don’t want to be your…

I don’t want to be your nothing

I don’t want to be your…

I don’t want to be your nothing

I don’t want to be your…

I don’t want to be your nothing

I don’t want to be your…

I don’t want to be your… stranger

I think myself to pieces

Because there might have been nothing but us

I think myself to pieces

An elaborate hoax that you’re gone

I think myself to pieces

Seam ripper to the hem that we made

I think myself to pieces

How many of you can fit behind the face?

I don’t want be your nothing

I don’t want to pass a stranger’s eye

Hovering above our bodies

In the dark I still rewind

I don’t to be your nothing

Just another blur in a faceless crowd

I don’t want to be your…

I don’t want to be your… stranger

I think myself to pieces

Dark echo of the noise that we made

I think myself to pieces

No cake to cut, you need space

I think myself to pieces

Tears of sweat from your skin

I think myself to pieces

Love is a fantasy that I’m in