I found a way to find you out You shift far too much to keep your shadow a doubt It picks you apart You're left handed when I'm not around
Taking in more breaths than you'll ever need to let out You're suspending your heart You creep past the Sun as if it could stain And you entrap your pigment by dodging the rain
You bask in the Moon, as it's soft on your face But it's your body, itself, that will chew through your veins Exposing solutions that deem you a fluke Naturally, it's inviting the truth To what do I owe this imposition?
When you drift through your head Do you picture your left as you try to forget a life that you had? Do you intend to pretend as though you recall What was said the first time we ever crossed paths? To what do I owe this imposition, this test?
