I feel your former self in old houses and cars
when you'd find time to escape for those few hours
There's still that skeleton, dead from fear
but you killed it in time, my dear.



You killed it in time.



But I still see your eyes, wide when the fire flashes
for those few seconds you doubt your strength
and curl your fingers tight in resistance you think you can't keep
but I know you could never die again.



You've been living for too long.