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 each other harm
in any way,
One day,
You'll know we never meant
each other 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

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