I phase out again, phase out again, phase out again
Give me that look that look that look
The one with the tears in your eyes and your pupils dilated to catch all the love they can before it is gone, and now it is gone and what will your pupils look at now, how will they react to the empty world your world without me, you in your house with only your things and all my things gone. Look at the TV, constrict. Look at the empty bed, constrict. Look at the quiet drum kit, constrict. Look at the still guitar, the dormant microphone, the minor keys, constrict.
Who will touch the downy hair on your gentle skull? It never hurt anyone. You only tried to be loved before it was too late and who could blame you for that?