your gravity pulled and i floated between the beautiful world i knew and the one i'd barely seen.
you orbited close for the briefest time and observed loaded glances and my premature goodbye.
i await the day when you'll be out of my head.
any day now you'll be out of my head.
god bless the day when you'll be out of my head
any day now you'll be out of my head.
and were you even wise to the storm you brewed?
at first it raged within me and slowly subdued, and left in its wake the emptiness that's mine.
there's nothing for you to destroy so i resumed life long past the day when you'll be out of my head.
all but forgotten you'll be out of my head.
long past the day when you'll be out of my head.
devoid of all meaning, we are better off dead.
a worthless experience, a ghost of a dream that'll come back to haunt me until i decease;
and that fire keeps on burning even with no reason to live- there was never one within me, i had never one to give