The Outlaw Star

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I was afraid of repetition. Circling in orbit, the changing of tides.

Is it fate or superstition?

Sometimes I question if you thought it yourself or if it was the words of everyone else.

On top of being complacent, us getting placed in space made uncomfortable.

I tried to give you the room to breathe.

That may have further drove a wedge between being lovers and roommates. Our fugue state.

I think it took me moving on for you to realize we were worth it.

Once I was gone, I had a view of what we didn't see.

I was afraid of repetition. Circling in orbit, the changing of tides.

Yeah, I'm not even superstitious, but somehow I start to realize.

I could feel the distance like our room was in the house next door.

I only got resistance when I tried to revise the plan.

I'd hide away and contemplate where we had gone astray.

The solitude it laid waste.

I think it took me moving on for you to realize we were worth it.

Once I was gone, I had a view of what we didn't see.

For a while now, felt like I've become an oak collector of curses.

Taking a step back might not be as bad as it seems.

I was afraid of repetition. Circling in orbit, the changing of tides.

Is it fate?

It's my sightline.