i think maybe we’ve missed our exit, that we’ve finally gone too far. just you try, just you try, to white-knuckle-grip pry off the “oh shit” bar.
and now we’re just gaining momentum, common sense drifting away, and it’s too late to make an addendum- what intended to do, what intended to say.
and now the inches between what is and could be are closing in with your lips to mine. and the line, once defined, now so blurred and obscured, blended with the gray of the sky.
and i know that i’m as curious as that ill-fated feline, i’ll keep my nose pressed to the glass until it falls away. alright, i’m not too good at stopping, aint trying to deny, but, really, come on, who needs brakes anyway?
and now the inches between what is and could be are closing in with your lips to mine. and the line, once defined, now so blurred and obscured, blended with the gray of the sky.
the sign says STOP we’re headed for event horizon. we best check our bags, aint no way to go but in/ saying you forgot this was a one way deal isn’t gonna slow what’s beginning to begin.
i think maybe we’ve missed our exit, that we’ve finally gone too far. just you try, just you try, to white-knuckle-grip pry off the “oh shit” bar.