Phantom Limb (pt.2) | March 30, 2025 (14:19) |

the kisses on the drive home

and your glances over me.

there you are, a phantom,

my phantom limb.

no, i won't turn around this time,

i'll just keep looking behind.

no i won't, i want to remain to who i was

i want to remain to who i was, to who i was.

i'm not that damaged, 

i've got an image of myself with benevolence. 

i was never that violent.

i'm not who you think i'm becoming,

who smiles when pushed to the fire?

i was never this sensitive.

so i won't turn around,

i'll keep looking behind and revive my death.

there you are, phantom.

wanna take a stroll downtown?

jog around the holy gardens,

and pray over to your grandma

who prayed for us against karma.

come on, we can drive back to gigi's

what's a little shower in the rain?

i can ditch up schoolwork for your game,

i miss wishing you to play it safe.

maybe, i can drop by to your haunted house

baby, i can sit there alone on the couch

just maybe, leave the TV on so i don't hear ghostly sound

oh baby, i'm scared. from the shower, come out.

call me up, we're still three weeks off

i didn't mean to shout at my phone and hate your own typed thoughts.

i can wish for a comeback,

but we had driven that to the cliff of demise

i hope fate has a surpise and wakes me up..

cause honestly, i hate being me

worst than that, being me without you.

yes, honestly, i hate being me

i hate seeing me move without you.

the kisses on the drive home

and your glances over me.

we joke about Michael

our cuddles in a hot-brownout, only at our street.

the sunset near my compound,

the sands, and your lips,

clean your feet before you pull me in and sleep.

i miss you now, but who are we now?

we're still three weeks off 

it's wrong for me to have hope.

after all you've wrongly done,

i can't seem to turn my back

in hopes i'll have you back 'cause i'm loved..

i can't even have that.

you knew all my fears,

i feared death and my mom's prophecy.

you raised all the flags, just to pole it on me.

i had no time to process,

as i processed losing these.

i miss my shared limb,

now a phantom is all i keep.

no i won't turn around this time,

i'll just keep looking behind.

no i won't, i want to remain to who i was

i want to remain to who i was, to who i was.