the ink from my pen is flowing and telling me what i feel
and all these thoughts inside me, how do i know they're real?
hands all over my body where my soul's hands used to be
i've never felt so connected, im starting to want to be me
words written on paper tell me how i want to think
sitting across the table with nothing but coffee to drink
road trips in the night help remind us who we are
it makes the beauty everywhere, and not just in the stars
the things i need to think are the things i push inside
the things i keep are easy, im only along for the ride
i once knew how to smile, before i learned to cry
i once knew how to live my life, before i learned to die
you know my secret thoughts because you think them too
theres someone in my head this time so i'll pretend it's you
my thoughts are not on trial here, i admit to what ive done
and everything is blurry now from staring at the sun
im feeling strangely empty now, my soul's been split in two
i carry half of yours with me, and my half stays with you.