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 you re leaving and I realize you re the only thing that matters. And when it all comes down I ll sit here with wishes and drown in our ashes. Tonight is one more night closer to you. This fence screams of dying kisses. I m left in pieces by this distance. The restaurant passes by on the way to work. I 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 can t park here forever, but if I drive, I ve lost you.
Can I prove to you I m worth you staying? The car door slams, my mind starts saying:
Tomorrow you re moving away. Tomorrow we re moving further away. Tonight is one more night closer to truth.