Renegade

Maybe I'm not just another life
 Or maybe tomorrow I'll die
 I'm not a pessimist, I'm just a realist
 And I think I'm winning the race to the other side
 There's plenty of room for another life
 So maybe tomorrow I'll try
 There's a figure who saved me once before
 But I can't remember what she looks like
 I keep thinking I can help myself
 But I keep thinking about someone else
 Everything
 Is nothing in the face of everything
 With my lone blind eyes
 But I'll be your king
 Even if we leave the lights on
 I'm a renegade with a little bit of fight left
 I'll expend it all when I feel our hips pressed
 I'll pretend for a moment
 'Cause everything
 Is nothing in the face of everything
 With my lone blind eyes
 Well, I don't know what the hell I'm doing
 I've got a feeling I've felt this feeling before
 Like I'm sailing but always off the shore
 Maybe I'm not just another life
 Or maybe tomorrow I'll die
 I don't know why I would run from you, my dear
 But I can't remember why I'm here
 Everything
 Is nothing in the face of everything
 With my lone blind eyes
 But I'll be your king
 Even if we leave the lights on
 I'm a renegade with a little bit of fight left
 I'll expend it all when I feel our hips pressed
 I'll pretend for a moment
 'Cause everything
 Is nothing in the face of everything
 With my lone blind eyes
 My lone blind eyes
 I'm sailing with the wind
 Against the tide I can't resist
 I think I like the way the wind will kiss
 My eyes, make me hide behind
 My hands until I feel the morning sand
 Between my fingertips
 And slowly they will fossilize
 Water somehow makes them dry
 While veins hide from my skin
 I'm a realist, not a pessimist
 A renegade impressionist
 Perfecting art with my pretend heart
 With my pretend heart
 My pretend heart