Demons

Is it just the thought of you that aches me,

Or do you still echo in my heart?

Do you let that canvas be by the windowsill,

Or does it still make you fall apart?

Between your psychic and my psycho

Told you, either you’ll lose hold or I’ll let go.

“Babe, we were never meant to be ordinary.”

Okay, I’ll buy that if you say

But wouldn’t it have been better that way?

Oh, to be so ordinary!

To not be afraid of our own demons,

'Cause we know none of them,

So nothing left to worry.

“Surely in the next lifetime,” you’d say.

Babe, this is hopefully my last

And I’d like to keep it that way.

Even if God lets our demons intertwine,

Don’t count me in, don’t say you’re mine.

I know we’re the same,

Maybe the stars did align.

But no, love…

not in this,

not in any lifetime.