space apart.
distance and repetition.
you'll think of me
and picture gray.
you'll think of me
and picture red.

the boxes you've put me in
aren't anything compared to the positions-

you'll smile when you picture me.
think that you're winning.
think that i'm pining away.

in the end you'll be wrong,
but right now i cannot pretend-
there is a loneliness that comes from loving you
and that'll be what saves me.
the gray that finally gets into my head.