Obsolete Love

We're in the rain, in outer space

And I can't fathom an explanation for what we're doing in this place

I realize how big it is as compared to us

And we're completely insignificant really

but I mean that's okay because

I like it that way

I paint pictures of my heart

with colours blue and purple

And I'll teach you how to love,

And I'll be as gentle as I can,

But for now, you're a scan of my unmade plans

Do you also see words written in the air

Or is it just me forming pictures out of nowhere?

Perhaps it's a sign that we shouldn't be together 

Like when you said you wanted to chase the moon like fire

Well, together we can fake our own deaths here

The world is ending in my dreams

Every week for the last few years

And when the fire envelops my body

I see burning gravestones of our names.

Being disconnected really puts in perspective

Like, how do you grasp the concept of love?

Is it like burning on your fingers

and you don't know how to feel?

Sometimes you gotta bleed to know

That you're alive and have a soul

But it takes someone to come around

To show you how Every night you sacrifice your soul

Just to keep the ones you love most close

Nothing, however, ever returns from it.

Now your hair clings to your cheek

And I brush it aside ever so gently

On nights like this, the words seem to flow straight through me

And waves of silence and the way the trees sway so slowly

You are a person, I'm a person, and we're just objects that are obsolete.