box springs are stained with yellow pillowsnheld our heads downnholding the rain outside on the curbnwhere I wasted half of your lifenboth of our livesnnEverything's closer to the end butnI will get farther from younEverything's closer, it's the end butnI will get further from younnYou're eyes are blue butnI can't see that color huenit's been so dang long.nGod I was wrongnnI'm dead to younyou say we are friends butnwhat is a friend whennthere is a man whonsleeps in your bed toonnEverything's closer to the end butnI will get farther from younEverything's closer, it's the end butnI will get further from younnI was wrong. I was wrong. I was wrong. I was wrong.nnEverything's closer to the end butnI will get farther from younI will get farther from younI will get farther from younI will get farther form younI will get farther from you