Transformer

Every time I sing you say that I'm gas-lighting
 Falsifying a private Thermidor
 Your love was a warm wind and me an empty sail
 I collapse to the kitchen floor
 When I wish I was never born
 My mother tells me I wasn't born so much as excreted
 But this emptiness is a gift
 I'm free to write the future, an empty man undefeated
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 I think I've found the cure
 Make sure you're living a quarter of your waking life in the present
 And the rest I'll spend remembering
 Scorching our feet on the sand and tires of our bikes on wet cement
 We were sparklers in the night
 And even now your resting face cannot conceal the light
 Your love was a warm wind
 As the world you left, it falls away and an island rises into sight