im not comfortable on my own or when youre leaving so ill follow you wherever you go and i know this isnt normal im walking back and forth between the window and the sunlight trying to figure out what it means to be trusted to be normal to be lifted off my feet and told im not a ghost and i know this isnt normal im drifting in and out of sleep like my head just isnt nothin but a place to store my dreams where im happy where im normal where im lifted off my feet and told im not a ghost