Do you know what's left?
Nights are left, your fingerprints at nights
I thought I gathered myself and went
I didn't go, I can't go
Do you know what's left?
Possibilities and 'your' obscures
I thought they would be erased by breaking and spilling
I didn't erase, I can't..
Don't understand me, never understand me
I'm a burned match in your winds
I got used with time
to swat myself, never understand me
Do you know what's left?
Nights are left, your fingerprints at nights
And I'm left, an "aged" me (my-old-self is left)
And above me your fingerprints
Do you know what's left?
Possibilities and 'your' obscures
Which I thought would end by going and escaping
I didn't escape, I can't..