Everyday I sit here
Watching the hands on the clocks slowly creep their way around the circle
It means nothing
Time, time means nothing
Hours could go by, but that won't make me any closer to you
I'm standing right next to you, why do I feel so far away?
I'm talking to you, why do I feel so distant?
I'm sitting here, loving you
Why do I feel like it's a one-way street?
Why do I feel like I mean nothing?
Distance is a shitty thing, and no, I don't mean miles
Emotional distance is not something I can escape from feeling by hopping on the next train to Chicago to see your smile shine one last time
Emtional distance is not something that is so easily disreguarded when you're always being pushed away
Everyday I sit here, next to you, waiting
Waiting for you let me in
The hours pass as time cripplingly inches on
And yet I am still not any closer to you.