I said
We’re alive on all the dead
And I’m so scared of becoming part of it
I’m not so scared of becoming part of it
I said
Those legs they are the grass
And I’m so scared of becoming your
Bed
You don’t deserve it
I said

They’re forgotten
You see,
The people who stepped like us
And their face,
Stained traces on my hands around my waist
You see,
And they’re forgotten,
I see.

We could be black and white
You know
We could be in the rain
Like that old time show
We could be left, not right
You know.
Were just the same,
I know,
You know.

So like
I like being so like
So like everyone else
All wrapped up in hidden places
Along walls where pictures hang of smiling faces
And family portraits where I’m nowhere to be seen
I’m nowhere to be captured
But right here
So it makes more sense like
So it makes more sense so like
Everyone else
I like being so like
Everyone else
So like
Me

Alive on the dead
And I’m so scared
I said.