Believer

Gave you the left side of my giant double bed

You kept it feeling just as wide as the west skies I left

We don't kiss, so I guess that makes us friends

Let's make a suicide pact and really act like it

For such a cynic

Told my therapist

I'm the masochist

Waiting to be saved by someone who needs saving

I'd try anything once to be a believer

I'll stay up all night on the internet making myself a conspiracy theorist

I think that I could find the edge of it

Suddenly, I'm not alone, you're coming home

It's so intimate, so foreign, forest's grown in my apartment

Trees of heaven to the ceiling

Trying to convince me, but I'll believe it when I read it

When you write it down

From a prophet's mouth

Making strong sounds

Waiting to be saved by someone who needs saving

I'd try anything once to be a believer

I'll stay up all night on the internet making myself a conspiracy theorist

I think that I could find the edge of it

I think that I could find the edge of it