Home in Your Clothes - Infinity Crush

Will you look at me like you still think I’m lovely

When I’m tearing the love from your hands?

And cutting between the lengths of your fingers

As delicately as I can?

Will the clocks stop when I stop saying your name

And your ghost gets out of my mirror?

Are you lonely with only me to blame?

Sad and boring, take my soul away

Am I abstract am I concrete?

Either way you don’t want me

In any world where we could meet