Cut off my oxygen
Thinking, I'm not anymore
Cut off my I.V.
Beating, it's not anymore

Or is it?

What do we need
just to stay here,
to keep attached
knowing we're gonna leave?

What is enough
to remind myself
that I exist in
somewhere or something?

What is it?

Are five minutes
all I need to
dismiss myself from
all this lingering around?

Why does it still
surprise me when I
try thinking inside
and put this all into words?

Or is it still?

I've been working
and talking and
sleeping and doing
this all without knowing too

Since I was pulled
out of my soul
and put in the line
of the fallen in love with you