How's it going to end.

You went for a walk that day,
feels like you never really came back.
Maybe you just left me outside the door,
waiting on the front stoop until you realize I'm not in your bed.
I've built a life out of being forgotten
I've made myself into someone beautiful to be around
It's all in my head.
It's all in my head.

The smoke is running up my fingers, I press the cigarette to my lips and breathe.
breathe breathe breathe.
I'm watching the sidewalks but they won't let me change.
I've got to follow them, the same way I did yesterday.
Take a few steps, look around, I'm still here.
If the smoke is running so can I.
But the streetlight is red, what can I do but sit here and wait.
I'm breathing I'm breathing I'm breathing.
Maybe you're back home by now, maybe you're afraid and all alone.
I turn on dime, on the back of my heels.
I pick up my legs, I raise my head and I run.
Are you thinking of those days we spent together to keep you company?
I'm thinking of that time we walked down the street and I caught you when you slipped.
I can't feel my chest rising, are you breathing for me?
I've been breathing for you since the moment you closed that door,
since the moment you let the world get to you.
I am your lungs. I am the hands we hold.
grasping at anything to hold onto when we aren't near one-another.
I'm where home once was, but the door is open, the rooms are empty.
you're not coming home tonight are you?

It's okay, take your time.
I'll be waiting on the front stoop until you're ready to crawl into bed.
I'm beautiful I'm beautiful
don't forget me.