I close the door and I expect for someone to turn off the light
I'm far away from all your dreams
and I'm loosing my battles when hope carries no more
the ammunition of war

your heart is an optical illusion that twists my mind

so vulnerable
you make me feel
all this waiting is deserved

the old lady enters the room and screams
what does this distance bring us
not too much. I guess
not too much
there must be another way kid
I mean look at me

there you go
have a glass of water. you’re not
all alone