This empty space becomes the lines inside your face
It makes an atlas, tracing an accurate map of decades
They decay and fade away to form the crease of grey increasing in their place
The sunken shape that invades your pretty face is an oasis, a have for your mistakes
Like a keepsake hanging about your fallow frame,
Our tiny planets massive weight enables our escape in sulfur and oxide,
Slow drives and long nights
I'm in between everything

Everywhere and all the time I reside between the lines that divide
Your world from mine
I'm in between everything
I've been seeing *** recede at a slow and steady speed away from me

I'm in between everything