as if time slows down
that's what it feels like
you are one massive blackhole
and i a helpless shuttle
trying to find a way out of your
endless abyss
that always manages to
bring me back to the place
i never wanted to be in
but it's terrible because
as i move farther away
i see my hair turning gray
and yours still a luscious black
and it gives me fear
to know that i'd age
without the one i thought
would give me a home
so warm so right