It Won't Be Me Anymore

I was caught in a rumbling ricochet I was stuck In a stranger’s war I was dust In an old gold pocketwatch But that won’t be me anymore And I was tack To an old, worn sailor Watch me tumbling Far overboard I could never be one to be favored But that won’t be me anymore How can you look at her like that? The way she draws you with her eyes Can pull you in like a static field Bleeding you out. Drench me in it, make me cold. I don’t care It’s not me It won’t be me anymore