I try to act like someone else

In every face I pass, I live

But through a lens of dim interest

Its through this lens I see you best

One last look at what i'll miss

A final touch, a final kiss

My eyes rolled back, my limbs went limp

‘Cus nothing bores me quite like bliss

A passing thought

A dull edge pressed against my side

Every night

Do something, say something

I will run until it hurts