The Distance


You walk in to dim lights and the smell of weed
I tell myself this glass is exactly what I need
As you move through the house all your friends hug you
Eager to catch up, you look for something to do
Chasing my second glass with lemonade
You’re not interested in wasting time
Completely quiet as we both start to fade
We both cross each other’s mind
Stumbling to the couch as I stumble to the bed
You really wish I was there
Memories of you run through my head
Nothing about this is fair


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