I've been thinking about the distance

How it's not measured in miles or the geography in between

'Cause I keep seeing your face in ordinary spaces

Crowds along the sidewalk

The traffic outside New York

And paintings of Monet hanging on museum walls, you're everywhere

(I've been drinking too much, too much)

And yesterday, I walked out to the fountain, it was off

I guess this is life's funny way of telling me to just fuck off and die already But I don't see it

(And I've been thinking too much, too much)

Like that April where it hailed and I wrote that long, drawn-out poem on how I'll never be happy

Well I'm still waiting for something to come

I'm still waiting

(About what you said to me, to me, and how we're all better without-)

Put me down, I've had enough

I'd like to say I'm happy, I'd beg to say I'm fine

I'd like to think you're with me, you're always in my mind

My morning sun is dead, is it just in my head

Every breath that grips my chest

Brings me no comfort for the end

My white flag is raised up high above the clouds (high above the clouds)

And I'll drive my car right off the bluff by the grave

An anchor to my name

Strings frayed with burnt tips

The weight of every thought

Holding up the things I'll miss

I fear what I have fucking lost

You'll find me

Right at the bottom of the lake

Moving with the wake

If I wake up

With no sense of touch

I'll know I'm gone

No matter how many times we sing soco

We can't stay eighteen forever

No matter how many times I tell you I love you

We can't stay here together