Further From You — William Fitzsimmons

box springs are stained with yellow pillows held our heads down holding 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

You're eyes are blue but I can't see that color hue it's been so dang 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 too

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

I was wrong. I was wrong. I was wrong. I was wrong.

Everything's closer to the end but I will get farther from you I will get farther from you I will get farther from you I will get farther form you I will get farther from you