Drift In

Why do you steal away these words that I write And store them away as if they were your own You've left me with a single, empty sheet Returning my letters you drift in and out of frame Asking me to match all the faces with the names You're begging forgiveness for crimes of apathy But I think that you've asked for too much before And what have you contributed to my life that Sadly girl, you don't already know? You don't already own? Drift in, drift on, drift out Each kiss you give spins me around Drift out, drift in, drift on I'm an afterthought that won't be rewound You abuse my lines to supplement your identity But when I dream the truth is just as it seems Like a lonely boy, like a revolving door. Drift in, drift on, drift out I'm a lonely boy, you're a revolving fucking door You know how I drift on, when you drift in, now watch me drift out