Comes a time
When you have to go
And let people miss you.
Just so they can know.
Sometimes we’re just too close.
Or sometimes we’re not close enough.
Either way, maybe the distance,
Can solve that for us.
Cause if we’re too close
Then when I go
You’ll get the space you need.
The space I owe.
If we’re not close enough,
Then when I go
You’ll start to miss me
You’ll start to know
You’ll know that you love me
And that I love you
And that even though I fucked up
You are someone I never wanted to lose.
So I’ll go & be by myself for now
Because I know that it’s what I have to do
But I hope while I’m gone
This distance makes me mean something to you
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