Sanoja: William Fitzsimmons. Further From You.

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