This balance

Days old questions

There's no way around it anymore

I can't choose between

Our existence

Out of context

Ranging gaps and in between

Dizzy, a part of violent dose of medicine

I can't erase this

Running my hands over the scars

Just to ensure we both exist

Distance, awake from hotels to shades

I can't make use of anything

Vines scored your right arm

That model 10 neatly in the palms of your hands

Passing lights out side of winter '09

I've been stuck in the snowfall of your windshield

The past you won't give up

I am losing you in the worst way I possibly could

I've been made of stone

Losing closure

Staying away from home

My reflection

Staring out the yellow moods

Staying low and try to hold on