The Distance

Bloodstains on faded pictures
And it comes in waves, as her shouts turn into whispers
As thoughts keep running through her brain
And make the pounding in her heartbeat quicker
She says it all comes down to the run-around
And as the book slips in her fingers

Says I don't really think the drugs they've got can pull it off
So I'm going to sell my blood to a man I met in Simon's Rock
He's got a plan to put me in a diamond top
And make a grand playing geriatric glam nostalgia rock

Shaking to the core, breaks in the door
Makes out twenty five laying on the floor
All praying to the lord. But the praying's ignored
He's saying that they should have been praying before, and he warned them
And we woke that night to the rains of a nuclear warhead
And she said, "Oh my soul's gone cold and lost, and I'm throwing it off"

Oh, won't you go, make the most of a bad existence
Cause you're so much older than she ever planned to live with
And she says everybody knows the difference
Between a right to try and a life of lies
And if you go the distance, go the distance
I fall behind

18, with a sex addiction
And he states his dreams in written online erotica fiction
Accounts of places he ain't been, about relationships envisioned
Types tomorrow night's been a long time coming
If they'd have only listened

Shaking in the night, wakes and he writes
25 ways you could waste your life
Says he takes what he likes, breaks with the light
Makes for Boston with his fate decided
He says he prays that every thought's been pre-assigned to him
Cause it's blinding
And oh my soul's gone cold and lost and I'm throwing it off

Oh, won't you go, make the most of a bad existence
Cause you're so much older than she ever planned to live with
And she says everybody's got commitments
Between a right to try and a life of lies
And if you go the distance, go the distance
I fall behind
I fall behind