Renegade

maybe Iím not just another life
or maybe tomorrow Iíll die
Iím not a pessimist, Iím just a realist
and I think Iím winning the race to the other side
thereís plenty of room for another life
so maybe tomorrow Iíll try
thereís a figure who saved me once before
but I canít remember what she looks like

I keep thinking I can help myself
but I keep thinking about someone else

Everything
is nothing in the face of everything
with my lone blind eyes
But Iíll be your king
even if we leave the lights on
Iím a renegade with a little bit of fight left
Iíll expend it all when I feel our hips pressed
Iíll pretend for a moment
Ďcause everything
is nothing in the face of everything
with my lone blind eyes

well, I donít know what the hell Iím doing
Iíve got a feeling Iíve felt this feeling before
like Iím sailing but always off the shore
maybe Iím not just another life
or maybe tomorrow Iíll die
I donít know why I would run from you, my dear
but I canít remember why Iím here

Iím sailing with the wind
against the tide I canít resist
I think I like the way the mist will kiss
my eyes, make me hide behind
my hands until I feel the morning sand
between my fingertips
and slowly they will fossilize,
water somehow makes them dry
while veins hide from my skin
Iím a realist, not a pessimist
a renegade impressionist
perfecting art with my pretend heart
my pretend heart



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