Im. In here. Away. From you. You. Youre in here too. Away. From me. In here. Its lonely. Its killing. Us all. Why. Cant they tell us. What we need to know.
The yellow sun in the sky whenever you walk. A little white lie written in chalk. The red spot in your eye whenever you talk. Spit it out now. . And at the end of the day when you kick back.