i painted you on my doorpost when the angel of death passed by your precious heart is like an orchard that grows within mine and this house has become my cage all of the windows steal hours from my eyes they let in so little light it makes me think that im blind there are so many people they fall like the snow that collects outside i know between them they feel everything so i dont have to feel alright well i am lonely when im around people they are all sure of things and i cant relate but im still losing all of my sleep over all of our fate ive been the altar inside of your temple i have been condescended by stars and i know there is no stranger feeling than knowing no one knows where you are there are so many people they float like the lashes that fall from my eyes i know between them they believe everything so i dont have to be right