California’s just a little too sunny
For someone like cloudy me.
And these late night rides only add to the fact that I’m missing you,
You on the east coast.
The east where I want to go with you.
To see skyscrapers that challenge us
To fly higher.
But I know deep inside
That no matter how far east I go I’ll never be as close to you as I
I cannot come to terms with the fact that you will always be
Either in life or in death.
Perhaps the distance lies
Not in distance of form
But one of the soul.