The Passerby

The pine forest smell that comes from the evergreen at the end of my street It hunts me every morning before the dawn sets in I can hear the birds singing the same song as yesterday Their peaceful melody reminds me of when I felt that free Take me back to when everything seemed more than paper mache on a string Just waiting to fall with one gust of wind, I can already see it happening I'll hold my breathe, I'll close my eyes as I become the passerby I won't feel ashamed I'll sleep in a strangers bed if that's what it takes To get you out of my head, I've tried everything else And now I'm changing but I'm not sure who this persons going to be So I'll avoid the mirror that's beckoning to speak Take me back to when everything seemed more than paper mache on a string Just waiting to fall with one gust of wind, I can already see it happening I'll hold my breathe, I'll close my eyes as I become the passerby This is what I was afraid off watching us turn into strangers You gave me the fruit that was better sweet I took a bite without even thinking I guess you could call me Eve I was senseless from the beginning Now I'm trying to find my feet in a world filled with confusion that's blinding