The county line up down north knowing all
Maybe we're not far from finding what we dream of
But the dark sinks in, preventing further explanation
Explaining why i failed it all
What if i'm not far from losing you
The smell of your breath, the dark to my left is home
So lets not forget that we live in a place we don't understand
No overthinking
Now i lost you, oh god
Just give it time we all move on till end
And I know i tell myself these things and never believe them
But honestly in modesty the door opens we cannot see, our own fault