The Outlaw Star

I was afraid of repetition

Circling in orbit, the changing of tides

Is it fate or superstition?

Sometimes I question if you thought it yourself

Or if it was the words of everyone else

On top of being complacent

And us getting placed in

A space made uncomfortable

I tried to give you the room to breathe

That may have further drove the wedge between

Being lovers and roommates

Our fugue state

I think it took me moving on

For you to realize we were worth it

(Took a detour, made it mean more)

Once I was gone

I had a view of what we didn’t see

(Sun burned out, lost a light source)

I was afraid of repetition

Circling in orbit, the changing of tides

Yeah, I’m not even superstitious,

But somehow our stars realigned

I could feel the distance

Like our room was in the house next door

I only got resistance

When I tried to revise the plan

(I felt ignored)

I’d hide away

and contemplate

where we had gone astray

The solitude, It laid waste

I think it took me moving on

For you to finally realize we were worth it

(Took a detour, made it mean more)

Once I was gone

I had a view of what we didn’t see

(Sun burned out, lost a light source)

For a while now I’ve felt like I’ve become a known collector of curses

(I lost count, I don’t keep score)

Taking a step back

Might not be as bad as it seems

I was afraid of repetition

Circling in orbit, the changing of tides

Is it fate…

If our stars align?