September 16th, Take 8

We have left here, why'd we go
When we grow up, I'll be old
Eyes don't perceive this dimning glow

Earth is burning down the friends and fiends of places I'd never seen
Passing time to kill the life we risk of empathizing with our grief

Moving spaces far too soon
Disappearing tumoring bodies of truth
The distance growing near our end of youth

Distance has a way
Of waking up
Drenched in shivering warmth

We're picking people from the places and planes of things I'd never seen

Filling the blanks and voids of our rapport that we can longer sacrifice

You're distance has a way
Of keeping me
Burning and Miserable



Credits
Writer(s): Noah Fincheltub
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