Steeples of the Reaper

Stranger, will you leave by the morning?
You're laying in place of tomorrow's version of you
Overthinking my breathing and the last time I lost it
Thought I found God but it was just a dark hue

Now I indulge in any form of touch that's
Warm and leaves me colder than I knew
A string of conversations over wine in a small room
You know we'd save them if we could but we don't have to

People trying to just be people
Looks a lot like steeples guarded by a reaper
I don't want the sequel, this is too deceitful
Wonder if I'll meet you where the light seeps through
Wonder if you're waitin'
Or am I the one who's waitin' for you?

Doctor, can I leave by the evening?
I'm laying in place of tomorrow's version of me
Overthinking my stability and the last time I lost it
It's there on your paper, written in black and blue

Now I indulge in any last substance
That's warm and leaves me colder than I knew
A whispered conversation over beds in a white room
You know they'd save me if they could but they don't have to

People trying to just be people
Looks a lot like steeples guarded by a reaper
I don't want the sequel, this is too deceitful
Wonder if I'll meet you where the light seeps through
Wonder if you're waitin'
Or am I the one who's waitin' for you?

I hope the things I know are lies turn out true
I'll be seeing you in the arms of a dark hue