All the world spread thin before me
is bleeding out of my anemic veins.
Everything you thought you took from me
turned out it kept me from pain.
She told me that you don’t have to be lonely when you’re alone,
you don’t have to be homesick when you’re not at home,
you don’t have to be anything you don’t want to be,
but when I see everything I took from me
all the world bleeding thin and bald
I don’t want to be anything at all.
I come round and back again to this thing I’ve learned:
when I look at you and when you look at me
everything else seems to disappear
all the lies, pain, and fear melt into your smile,
so disconnect a million miles.
There are miles and miles of vacant space
where I could belong,
but when I look at you and you smile and I smile back,
I know that it just couldn’t be wrong.
