The Romance

We're all caught up in dependence
We're all caught up in the romance
I can't get past these intentions
These years rust all that surrounds us

We're all caught up in suppression
We're all caught up in the distance
I still see red, all is tainted
As these years go I'm surrounded

We're all swept up in standards
I am caught up in the distance
Stay between the space
Another failed attempt
To relive our past
To bridge this gap

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Suppress the intense with each breath
Suppress what must be suppressed
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Suppress what must be suppressed, only distance

I stay between the space
Then colors fade
Blue looses weight
What I love evaporates
Colors change
Space won't wait
What I am separates

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Suppress what must be suppressed
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I stay between the space
The space grows further with every breath
Romance, spectate, the image of independence
Stay between the space

As the days pass
Space cannot replace
I struggle to regain what cannot be maintained
A challenge came too late

Youth will not
Youth cannot be regained, only space remains
Youth will not be regained only space remains
Youth will not be regained only space remains
Youth cannot hold weight

Time will evaporate
This won't sustain
Then colors fade
Blues loose weight

What I love evaporates
Colors change
Space won't wait
What I am separates

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Suppress the intense with each breath
I stay between the space
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Suppress what must be suppressed, only distance
I stay between the space

On these days I wish I left when you did
Does despair turn to content?
Between a half life and our death
Suppress the intense with each breath

We're all caught up in this distance
Replaced with the inauthentic
Rust can never rest
I romance the days we lived outside conditions

I am held captive of the past
Does despair turn to content?
Function on boredom with each breath
Suppress the intense with distance

We're all caught up in the romance
Replaced with the inauthentic
Rust can never rest
On these days I wish I left when you did