Under The Skin

You became him suddenly scrape 
The door you can leave quietly 
and if my fear subsides 
maybe I can get some rest finally 
and make pretend it didn't mean that much to me

Stale; the air don't think the night 
has ever felt so dead to me 
it's not your fault 
you tried to be all you could be

Sometimes something living barely 
under the skin can make it crawl 
so surprising when you thought 
there was nothing at all