When I’m closer to me I am further from you,
You were kosher to me is further than true,
I though you were my friend until death did us apart,
But the corners we hit on our bends added stress in the dark,
I got closer to you and had less of my heart,
A symphony of chaos and from very the start,
A soliloquy from way off and the end scary dark,
You warmed a world that was so cold at times,
But you kept me from me in the most wholesome of chimes,
I was doomed without out you dead with you,
So soon I’ve realized I missed out on nothing having me instead of you.
-My sweet bottle of booze