Anchor.

We're not supposed to be here.

I'm not the one holding you hostage.

We're not supposed to know each other,

We're not supposed to be lovers.

I'm a wounded woman.

Oh, you don't have to know.

Can you hear my fake heartbeat?

I'm sure you don't.

Picture a person you have forgotten.

How did you do that?
It was miserable, isn't it?

But you had to.

I lost my feeling,

Between the stars,

Behind those bars,

Alone, and not ready.

Maybe we said some things we couldn't handle.

Maybe we were right.

Maybe our tears came along the way.

Maybe we fell into a life of leisure.

We'll run.

When we try to reconnect,

When we stand there a little longer,

When we learn to fear each other.