Struggle to swallow the honesty, twenty-two and I have no collars

Looking for blue or white, shuffling through my old closet

Fooling myself, hoping to find something in my sewn pockets

How else can I repay all the loved ones that I owe dollars?

Throw on my old coat, only fit on my old posture

No growth in shoulder measurements, show the threads

Saudade, loans and debts, so pathetic

Inside job, lonely ending for the showstopper, damn

Uh, I won’t see you in a motherfucking minute, uh

Too much distance

I won’t see you in a motherfucking minute

Never-ending distance

Damn, yeah

I won’t see you in a motherfucking minute, uh

Too much distance

Never-ending distance, yeah

Uh, I won’t see you in a motherfucking minute, uh

Never-ending distance

Stained paper doesn’t change the twisted nature of arranged love

The seal was crimson clay

Eight suns turned it into basic gray mud

Caked on where the stamp touched, stayed shut

Couldn’t even make a cut where the blade touched

Summon the will to make up, brittle dust and no brush

Run of the million faint bluffs

The strain is grade twenty-one, labeled bottle full of safe drugs

Couldn’t make him feel a thing, or even muster up a fake blush, fuck

Free time isn’t free, fork over the fee

Free time isn’t free, not free

Tension tucked into the air like quotes

Awkward jokes barely even made it through my throat

Coping mechanism so heavy I choked

The laugh was a courtesy: straight-faced and pushed through the nose

Took note: work on the delivery, cursory hope

Nervously spoke into existential dread, worrisome hoax

Two sides to every distance, keep the air between us toxic, perfect approach