Steeples Of The Reaper

Stranger will you leave by the morning?
You laying in place of tomorrows version of you
Overthinking my breathing and the last time I lost it
I thought I found God but it was just a dark hue

Now I indulge any form of touch warm and leaves me colder than I knew
A string of conversations over wine in a small room
You know we'd save them if we could but we don't have to

People trying to just be people
Looks a lot like Steeples guarded by a reaper
I don't want the sequels, this is too deceitful
Wonder if I'll meet you where the light seeps through
Wonder if you're waiting
Or am I the one who's waiting for you?

Doctor, can I leave by the evening?
I'm laying in place of tomorrow's version of me
Overthinking my stability
And the last time I lost it
It's there on your paper, written in black and blue

Now I indulge, any substance that's warm and leaves me colder than I knew
A whispered conversation over beds in a white room
You know they'd save me if they could but they don't have to

People trying to just be people
Looks a lot like Steeples guarded by a reaper
I don't want the sequels, this is too deceitful
Wonder if I'll meet you where the light seeps through
Wonder if you're waiting
Or am I the one who's waiting for you?

I hope the things I know as lies turn out true
I'll be seeing you in the arms of a dark hue