I’m a statue in this bed, I can’t even move,

I’ve got nothing to say and nothing to prove.

You’re the curtain I close when I can’t face the day,

A place where I hide so the ghosts go away.

It’s not that I want you, I just need the space,

To be someone else with a different face.

(Still stone. Still stone.)

You’re filling a hole that I didn’t want to face,

A temporary light in a very dark place.

I’ve turned you into a curtain, I’ve turned you into a lie,

I’m a statue of a girl who’s too tired to cry.

I don’t love you, I just love that you’re stayin’,

I’m the one who’s losing, but you’re the one payin’.

It could’ve been anyone, but it happened to be you,

I’m a statue in your bed, with nothing left to do.

I’m close enough to touch you, but I’m miles behind my eyes,

Building up a fortress made of “maybe’s” and of “why’s”.

I’m a statue made of nothing, just a hollow, empty shell,

Using your heaven just to get me out of my own hell.

I’ve drawn you like a curtain, I’ve drawn you like a line,

Taking all your oxygen and calling it all mine.

You’re filling a hole that I’ve made in my chest,

And I’m giving you “nothing” and calling it “rest”.

I’m a statue of ice while you’re burning alive,

Using your curtain just to survive.

I don’t love you, I just love how you see me,

’Cause I’d do anything just to not have to be me.

(Still stone. Still stone.)

It could’ve been anyone, but it happened to be you,

I’m a statue in your bed, with nothing left to do.

I’m just waiting for you to get tired of my face,

So I can go back to my own messy place.

I don’t want to be fixed, I don’t want to be known,

I just didn’t want to be sitting here alone.

You’re a good man, yeah, you’re the best I’ve ever had,

And that’s exactly why this is so hauntingly bad.

You’re a good man.

And I’m just using you to sleep.

Stay behind the curtain.

Don’t move.

I’m still a statue