00:01, jan. 1st (transatlanticynicism)

You got addicted to the distance My fingertips send shocks through your system You say there can't ever be an ending if there's never a beginning You're intimately intertwined in the intricacies of my mind I'm intermittently reminded that you instinctually left me behind You left me behind You always said you never meant The subtext that your tone suggested That it won't happen again That I'm not what you expected That I'm worth it That i'm worthless I'm too intense I'm too unfocused That I spend too much time inside my mind And I said "Yeah, 'cause that's where you feel closest" That's where you feel closest I need you so much closer But you don't love me when you're sober I need you so much closer I got addicted to the concept You start walking east and I'll walk west And we'll meet somewhere in the middle And I'll hold you for just a little while Until the dust settles And all that's left is sentiment And accidental words you slurred without a second thought for consequence Without a second thought for what it meant A second's thought for hours spent A second chance at happiness, a second part to a life less lived So I'll walk east and you'll walk west and we'll both pretend we tried our best And we'll both lament loves lost and left then forget and reset and do it all over again I need you so much closer But you don't love me when you're sober I need you so much closer I need you so much closer But you won't love me until it's over I need you so much closer