strangers

Things aren't so bad, I just like to complain

My blood isn't warm as the water

The painter loved colour but he hated his eyes

The sun loved the moon till he fought her

My heart and my head

Are like strangers lying in bed

Her hand loves to hold but his tongue likes to joke

I'll act like I don't but I care what you think about me

About me

About me

I fear

That you won't be here when I want

And I hear

If I reach the end, then I'll reminisce of the start (ah)

Oh, oh

I pull my punches 'cause I've never fought

She said that I'll live but it hurt me so much

My heart and my head

Are like strangers lying in bed

One rolls to the side but the other just left

His eyes dampen up but they close instead

I fear, fear

Fear, fear

I Fear, fear

"That was dope"