the air is still and close
breathed and re-breathed for hours
the air is still and close
looking across the table at each other
a thousand miles span the gap
a few haphazard halfhearted words
a thousand miles span the gap
the promises of Friday have gone
what's left is stale
how has it already been a year?
what's left is stale
those blue eyes so familiar
no one else can be who you are
the dis connect a glaring gaping thing
no one else can be who you are
the air is still and close
a thousand miles span the gap
what's left is stale
no one else can be who you are.
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