Rivers and borders and states separate 
All across Dixie, these summers displaced

Knowing the distance isn’t that far but
When you miss what you don’t have
We might as well have been stars

You’ll whisper so close
but I’ll whisper so far
You’ll whisper so close
We might as well have been stars

These snow falls and mountains jutt from the crust 
Two thousand miles of road, ice, and dust.
Through the summer heat of Georgia’s blue skies
To winter still living across colder miles
To winter still living all across colder miles.

But no poems or rhythms can duly make due
Cause no matter the distance I’m still far from you
As unfortunate as the miles between
I’ll still keep on holding to my foolish dreams
I’ll still keep on holding on to my foolish dreams

So I try my best to make it each day
For you are what’s keeping all my fears at bay
And even though we might never work out
Like ice in the west I’ll eventually thaw out.
Like ice in the west yeah I guess I’ll thaw out.

This stemmed from a conversation I had with a friend lastnight about the downhill nature of the end of some relationships. Sometimes you just can't be friends afterwards, we just steal emotions. and then it then turned into something else haha

what if i told you i would wait as long as it took
the sun would set and the moon come up
a thousand times in repitition; a light on my afflicted condition

what if i told you that i felt this time delay
it always ends in one of two ways
love ignited, such a beautiful thing
or no longer friends but petty emotion thieves

it's always a risk to see where the path leads
but sometimes the end justifies the means
the future is uncertain, changing and moving
and you're still what gives me sleep deprevation
so i will wait as long as it takes
cause "love sees possibilities that do not currently exist"