Closer

It’s such a weak feeling in my head.
It’s as if I’ve snapped my strings
right where they supported my neck.
At night I rewind all that’s left
of the words you forced into my mind.
Back and forth we still find a way
to run into the other.

Even states can’t separate our truths from our tricks.
We’ve lived too many lives that are starting to catch up.
So I have to stay one step in front.