The Death of You [I'm Better for it]

i'm scared
and i'm sad
i'm lost i'm ecstatic
lonely
lovely
i'm nothing i ever was before

[am i all better now?]

lucid
angry
sadistic...
i'm losing all i have
to all i want
and all i want
i'm afriad of
but what is fear
when everything means
nothing
and i can't escape
my head

[am i all better now?]

i can't escape you
my past
our present situation
your lies
and my translations
these states that lay between us
and this nightmare
i call
home
but when home doesn't exist
am i just kidding myself
for the sake
of pretty words?

[i think i'm better now]

or do our tormented souls
represent something deeper?
are we a metaphor?
but for what?
[its all for naught]

and naught means nothing
nothing
no
thing
can fix
this
now
because
i'm
numb
to you
and you are too

[you can't even feel yourself breathe anymore]

and when i rest my head
on your chest
your heart that used to beat
like drums
singing life
to a million
different things
its silent
and you're cold
and though i
hate
to be alone

i think
things
might
be

all better now [that i'm without you]