BORROWED SKIN
He studies how they hold their drink
How they pause before they speak
How their silence feels like power
While his words just sound too weak
He traces how they move their hands
How they laugh like they belong
He rehearses in the mirror
Trying on another song
If I wore your face tonight
Would I finally feel alright?
If I stole your way to move
Would I finally feel like you?
If I lived inside your skin
Would the noise inside grow thin?
If I stepped into your light
Would I finally feel alive?
He collects their little traits
Like a thief of confidence
Builds himself from broken parts
Borrowed tones and borrowed sense
