I wonder if it's still you,
because no one else seems to fit.

I want your voice
Over an acoustic
Guitar set

In the back of my car
as we drive
Past the beach

Clean
and Pristine

Earsing our Sins
With The Petrol
On the Sand

Because when
I get up
Every Morning

I can almost
Not breathe
Between Our distances

And truthfully
I Can't stand it.