Lyrics: Christopher Bowers
Music: Christopher Bowers
I tug at my collar
The air’s not the same with you
You’re one, then you’re other
You’re odd, you’re familiar
Aren’t you?
Well, me, I’ve got choruses
Scrapped lines and piecemeal threads
When life makes things porous
Well, I’d like them whole again
He kicks at your shins, steals all your clothes
These are the likes of a man that takes what he owns
Batters your head, trashes your home
Thеse are the nights whеn alas he’ll leave you alone
The air brings a chill
It’s the last night until
I have you
But that’s not okay
Cos in holding us close
I find half of you, half of me
Gone
And the wheels veer away
Skipping feels like a lane or two
In the light of a half spoken thought
That comes up as it’s gone from you
And all that’s to say…
It kicks at your shins, steals all your clothes
These are the likes of a man that takes what he owns
Goes where he likes, follows you home
Always alone, always alone
Say what you want to do
It’s murder, it’s murder
That man is a lot like you
He's waiting, he’s waiting
And take what you will I’m through
With fighting and fighting
It hurts but it makes me new
This person, this phantom
I know you
At least I did
But all the time
I feel you missing
And I see you
At least I should
From here on out
My eyes are clear
Are you wondering
Am I so bad?
Well so am I
It’s funny
I’m leaving
I’m driving blind
Errasuriz
You’ll find me there