Just a nearby window is seperating us from the rest. It feels so long and it feels just like you, not too hard to get through.
While the shads cut open all of your skin, I let go off you. You're breaking my chin. Time's not about to heal anything. Fake all my smiles, lay on the ground, my dreams are grim.
Keep falling back to the mountains that make you feel like you are something they deserve to hold and save you and never lose sight of you until they burry everything that's left.