Unconventional from Ghostwatching by Jessica Law

I used to count the days
'Til your unconventional ways
And your unconventional face
Through my door would enter in, my life to grace

Now I count the ways
That your unimpeachable haze
And your bland, unreachable gaze
Day by day convince me that you’ve been replaced

And I heard tell that you left me at the Goblin Fair
She has you, you are still there - but

Why do you hide when there’s nothing to hide from me?
Why do you fly when there’s nothing to fly from? See,
One of these days the sun will decay
So it doesn’t matter that you’re mad
It means nothing - please come back

So you ate the fruit
When you were abroad in her realm
It’s a look I’ve come to know well
In vacant eyes of guys who pay the tithe to Hell

And you chose to do it
Was there nothing left for you here?
Was I not enough for you, dear?
Now she claims you piece by piece and year by year

But I’ll hold you if you want me to, just say I can
Through lion, through snake to man, so

Why do you hide when there’s nothing to hide from me?
Why do you fly when there’s nothing to fly from? See,
One of these days we’ll all be in graves
So it really doesn’t matter that you’re mad

It means nothing
Absolutely nothing
Please come back
It means nothing
Please come back
It means nothing
We’re all mad

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