One Day

It got to resembling a vaudeville show, the show of shows, such comedy

unserpassed as juvenile theatrics go, but who am I to tell you to

contain yourself? And who are you to tell me to control it? When we both

have prepared so carefully. One day you'll know we never meant eachother

harm in any way, one day you'll know we never meant eachother sorrow,

gotta keep my distance. I keep sifting through the loot to find the

stairs, this business burning to the ground, I can't look back my

hindsight seems to be impared, my outlook has no holds to see out. It's

starting to hurt when I open my arms too wide, a milky white haze

invades my vision, my lungs are heavy with your presence as if you were

standing right behind me, and I can't bring myself to turn around, gotta

keep my distance.