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Four hours

   Of useless words

I feel like theres an ocean between us

   But I'm still in a boat rowing hard

Its pointless,

   You are just too damn far.



Are you going to

  meet me in the middle?

I'm floating on

  a thousand lies.

Why am I

  drowning in our hellos?

Why am I

  kept afloat by our goodbyes?



You say you feel no regrets.

I think about it, then agree.

If I did,

I wouldn't be talking to you.

And you wouldn't be talking to me.



Its sweet, this blue acceptance.

I'll take whatever comes my way

I'm coughing, I'm choking, I might not know who I am.

But Im not afraid.

I'm drowning, I'm sinning

but I am not ashamed.



Four hours

   putting distance between us

   yet tightening our chains

   every time you get closer,

   I feel farther and farther away



Why do I feel alive when I'm leaving?

Why do I feel dead when I choose to stay?