I'm terrified you'll see me
For what I really am
Incapable of feeling
Anything beyond these hands
My heart is cold and weary
My eyes are dry and sore
But there's so many miles to go
In search of something more
And I will swallow fire
To cauterize these wounds
That mend themselves constantly
With the phases of the moon
You are the car ride home
The voice on the telephone
The friends you're too scared to meet
And I can't stay
The sky brings tales of thunder
Another place to find
I'll never let another
Take residence in my mind
It's only You
You are the car ride home
The voice on the telephone
The friends you're too scared to meet
And I can't stay
If only I could be like you
In awe of just what life can do
So much more left to behold
Not terrified of getting old
And as our bodies fade away
Maybe just one part can stay
The part that's left in our minds
You cross mine all the time