This Red Fence

Our old days of watching Seinfeld reruns are done. This meal together will be our last one. Now only yearbooks and old notes survive. Now youá¢â‚¬â„¢re leaving and I realize youá¢â‚¬â„¢re the only thing that matters. And when it all comes down Iá¢â‚¬â„¢ll sit here with wishes and drown in our ashes. Tonight is one more night closer to you. This fence screams of dying kisses. Iá¢â‚¬â„¢m left in pieces by this distance. The restaurant passes by on the way to work. Iá¢â‚¬â„¢ll laugh at Kramer like a lonely jerk. And what can I do? What are we doing here? Shades of gray start drifting away and all I hope is that this naiveness will stay. This red fence, the final obstacle to truth. We caná¢â‚¬â„¢t park here forever, but if I drive, Iá¢â‚¬â„¢ve lost you.
Can I prove to you Iá¢â‚¬â„¢m worth you staying? The car door slams, my mind starts saying:
Tomorrow youá¢â‚¬â„¢re moving away. Tomorrow weá¢â‚¬â„¢re moving further away. Tonight is one more night closer to truth.