box springs are stained with yellow
pillows held our heads now hold in the rain
outside on the curb where i wasted half of your life
both of our lives
everything's closer to the end but
i will get farther from you
everything's closer it's the end but
i will get further from you
your eyes are blue but i can't see that color hue
it's been so damn long
god i was wrong
i'm dead to you
you say we are friends but
what is a friend when
there is a man who
sleeps in your bed to?