I disappear as soon as I’m out of view
it must be true, that you don’t think,
when I’m not around, of me.
You don’t remember until I pull you back;
there are so many other things—
so much to be interested in
—so much that isn’t me.
Out of sight out of mind
but I think of you, all the time.
I wait to hear from you,
eager for just a glimpse of you.
Foolish.
Empty.
Desperate.
Out of mind when I’m not around you,
the depths of my longing pressurize,
attempting to crystalize my heart
Out of sight
Out of mind
Just let myself fade away
Maybe you’ll try to recall my ghost.
Maybe you’ll miss the haunting when it stops
and maybe you won’t.
Either way it’s too late
Since I’ve been out of your sight
and out of your mind and now
I’m gone.
Back with myself.
Not thinking of you.
Ink and Vein 