So, you need space.
Does space equal distance?
There’s a microscopic line between smothering and abandoning,
And I’m always rocking back and forth,
Even worse is when I’m balanced between the two,
Like a sitting duck,
Waiting,
Waiting for action.
Does space equal distance?
Because I want you right next to me,
But I know you need space,
to figure out your life.
It’s all just a macabre haze.
Deep and dark,
My hopes rest anxiously in a hidden catacomb,
Waiting for you to revive them,
Waiting.
Does space equal distance?
I don’t want to lose you.
I’m not ready to close the coffin on hope.
These tombs are too dark to see your expression.
And,
Where should I stand,
As to not smother or abandon
As to not be a duck
As to be just a girl,
As to be me?
Where do I stand to be me?
Me without theses troubles,
Me with you,
Where do I stand to be yours?