Am I Close (Stripped)
Your lips are sweet like a tangerine, pressed against mine endlessly in my favorite memory
Your words are sharp like a guillotine, hanging up above me, baring their teeth
But it's over as quickly as it started, pressing my heart up to the walls of your room
Praying one day, maybe I would finally get to close my eyes at night and dream of happy things
But am I close to being honest if I tell you how I feel?
Am I close to reaching out if nothing feels real?
Could I reach out and touch you? Would that be okay?
Could I possibly reach you if I'm a thousand miles away?
In my dreams I'm running down the highway, collecting all the stop signs to throw them in the grass
While a god that I cannot escape is chiseling for me a thousand hearts of glass
They'll shatter one after another in endless trial and error while I'm stuck with the shards
Until one day, I'll pass out from exhaustion on the shoulder underneath our favorite overpass
But am I close to being honest if I tell you how I feel?
Am I close to reaching out if nothing feels real?
Could I reach out and touch you? Would that be okay?
Could I possibly reach you if I'm a thousand miles away?
Your words are sharp like a guillotine, hanging up above me, baring their teeth
But it's over as quickly as it started, pressing my heart up to the walls of your room
Praying one day, maybe I would finally get to close my eyes at night and dream of happy things
But am I close to being honest if I tell you how I feel?
Am I close to reaching out if nothing feels real?
Could I reach out and touch you? Would that be okay?
Could I possibly reach you if I'm a thousand miles away?
In my dreams I'm running down the highway, collecting all the stop signs to throw them in the grass
While a god that I cannot escape is chiseling for me a thousand hearts of glass
They'll shatter one after another in endless trial and error while I'm stuck with the shards
Until one day, I'll pass out from exhaustion on the shoulder underneath our favorite overpass
But am I close to being honest if I tell you how I feel?
Am I close to reaching out if nothing feels real?
Could I reach out and touch you? Would that be okay?
Could I possibly reach you if I'm a thousand miles away?
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Writer(s): Luke Frederick
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