Your Stranger

I don’t want to be your nothing
I don’t want to be your…
I don’t want to be your nothing
I don’t want to be your…
I don’t want to be your nothing
I don't want to be your…
I don't want to be your nothing
I don’t want to be your stranger

I think myself to pieces
Because there might have been nothing but us
I think myself to pieces
An elaborate hoax that you’re gone
I think myself to pieces
Seam ripper to the hem that we made
I think myself to pieces
How many of you can fit behind the face?

I don’t want to be your nothing
I don’t want to pass a stranger’s eye
Hovering above our bodies
In the dark, I still rewind
I don’t want to be your nothing
Just another blur in a faceless crowd
I don’t want to be your…
I don’t want to be your… stranger

I think myself to pieces
Dark echo of the noise that we've made
I think myself to pieces
No cake to cut, you need space
I think myself to pieces
Tears of sweat from your skin
I think myself to pieces
Love is a fantasy I’m in