The Distance

I told you you would never get it, and to be honest, I guess that's why it's never scripted

Too many scribbles on the pad, running circles till the ink's gone

Another day wasted on a goddamn grief song

My chest hurts, I've exhausted my lungs, trying to get to the point that you've been missing

all along

I'm floating down this toxic river with no safety preserver

I can't preserve this love any further, it's running dry

Trapped in your plastic bottle, just hoping I can come home to one sober night

Got more distance drawn than the river nile, but getting nowhere when you keep living in

denial