Shooting Past Me

The music comes from far away, so does the light
Another round of autumn variation starts tonight
And I'll beat you at your own game when we meet beneath the eaves
As the motorcycles backfire and the cafe fills with leaves

But you’ll never know what it's like
To feel these gentle tremors turn to seismographic spikes
No, you'll never know what it’s like
To step into the chill knowing you won't follow

New guitar strings shine like knives
Held against the throat of all falsеness in our lives
And my voice sounds grеat when it's white with hate
I can see the stars shoot past me, feel the ground disintegrate

But you'll never know what it's like
To wear this smug expression as I step up to the mic
No, you'll never know what it's like
To burn against your will, to drink what you distill
Turn a coat against the chill, knowing you can't follow