More time apart will give you;
A few more months to argue;
Is this too much to live through;
It always seems too far to drive;
The point home, send more letters;
Pray tomorrow, ends up better;
Everytime I look for you the sun goes down;
And I stumble when this whole thing runs aground;
I left another message, you are never around;
But everytime I look for you the sun goes down once more.
Deem Hates You All 