Stranger

The thing about carving your names on trees is that it's never permanent

The tree will always grow back over it

I could carve our names inside hearts on a million trees and it wouldn't matter; it couldn't save us

But maybe that's okay because I don't want to save us anymore

And maybe it makes me selfish but

If I had to choose to save myself or a stranger, I'd save myself

I said before that I'd die for you, but now

I don't know who you are anymore; you're a stranger

In the body of a man I once loved

So I'm saving myself