The Wanderer
Kid A
perfect
in the way we were
in the way we seemed...
what do i have?
what is left of me?
fears and regrets,
a subtle death
words that make no sense
a mind that shatters with each thought
blind karma will still get to you
it just creeps upon you a little slower
like the darkness that chokes the day
and so too has mine faded away
but in my death
the ghost flame flickers
and perhaps in these ashes,
you can still find a friend?
still glowing for you
in a way that could never be extinguished
not even by me
a love unperfect
with too much of me in it
to be any other way
in the way we were
in the way we seemed...
what do i have?
what is left of me?
fears and regrets,
a subtle death
words that make no sense
a mind that shatters with each thought
blind karma will still get to you
it just creeps upon you a little slower
like the darkness that chokes the day
and so too has mine faded away
but in my death
the ghost flame flickers
and perhaps in these ashes,
you can still find a friend?
still glowing for you
in a way that could never be extinguished
not even by me
a love unperfect
with too much of me in it
to be any other way