Victim

I think that maybe if I can’t explain
The in between
This and that, or the dimension after
Maybe on another plane
We never really met
Do you ever wonder?
Do feelings ever fonder?
Stuck inside a verb that’s never resting
Boarding on another plane
I touched her in the terminal
Can’t wait any longer
Flying on your miles
Victim
Victim
I’m a victim of
Victim
It seems that lately I’ve been slipping
A little more
In the shower holding on my razor
Careful where I’m stepping
Don’t want the blood the let
This won’t last forever
See I’m much too clever
To stay inside my lane when it’s spiraling
Maybe it’s a matter of
You know I just can’t feel no more
Victim
Victim
I’m a victim of
Victim