# BESIDE MYSELF I can feel you through a thousand nights. You’ve got that hundred-mile stare. You consume my thoughts, yet you’re not there. When I walk inside my mind, I see you standing there. You smile at me and beckon me deeper, like you already know the way. Like wading through a snowdrift, I feel you all around. You’re light but heavy, and barely make a sound. Through the raindrops of my sky, dripping slowly down my face, each one gathers on the window, then finds another one to race. When I hear you in my mind, it’s never quite the same. A baritone that reaches deep inside, I feel you in the space. And when I feel your words, the things you choose to say, some grip my heart, others help me float in place. ## Refrain You’re never really with me, yet always by my side, reaching like a constant friend for the things in me that hide. You know me better than I know myself. You hear what I don’t say. When I’m standing beside myself, you somehow find a way to hold my heart so gently when I’ve misplaced it somewhere, because I don’t always see myself, even when I’m standing there. There’s the woman that the world sees, there’s the one I think is me, then there’s someone in your eyes I’m beginning to believe. I don’t know which one is truer, or if any one must be. I only know the shape I take changes when you look at me. Who we are when we’re not here occupies my mind. Do you set a place for dinner, or are you lonely without my mind? Where do you go when I stop thinking about you? **Him:** Here. Are you heavier in that place? Do you carry a life I never see? What occupies your space? Do you ever crave my skin, or that look upon my face, when you know a single glance can fill your entire space? Do I wander through your thoughts the way you wander through mine? Do I become someone different there, somewhere outside of time? ## Refrain You’re never really with me, yet always by my side. Maybe there are parts of us that only live inside the way another sees us, the things they recognize, the selves we never knew were there until we saw them through their eyes. As we drift through our imagined space, I wonder what is yours and what is mine. Where do you go when I stop thinking about you? Who are you without my mind? And when you stop thinking about me… which me disappears? **BESIDE MYSELF** Written and created by ShellBound © 2026 ShellBound. All rights reserved. Original lyrics and creative concept by ShellBound. AI-assisted musical production and arrangement.
