the distance we've made when the cards were played
with nothing to be said and time to be paid I can only love an option of higher grade for the sake of me for the sake of my ***** ******* mind who knows of it's treacheries
how many people still waiting for me to decide whether or not I really love her or not
it only amounts to nothing delicate to the stumbles we take down the sewer with the rest when I fail a couple "are we still "there"? tests
in my arms out my arms
the only person you can truly be isn't what you see in me