If you're speaking to me as though I'm not in the room

You're not either

All these patterns from your past

I'm here under false pretense as a witness

To your monologue when I could be anyone

You'd still be stuck in your story

I am a body in space

Slipping in and out of doors, nothing more

I once lost years of my life

Searching through day and night

For a form that shifted shape a hundred times

The key can't be retracing my memory

I'd still be stuck in my story

No use in going through old pain

It'll come again

The one before won't be the last

Of course we'll love again