Flames go out you feel so old
Cold enough to freeze a man at sea
Whose home is he
Always running into
Back-and-forths and in-betweens
I'll drive you home
In the rain, when it pours
When the time seems to slow
We've been driving for hours
And it seems to me that in-betweens
Are not what they appear to be at all
Not at all
Pace the floors and corners
Left a rose to tell you I'm at home
You're on your phone
Dimmed the lights to make it
Why can't words just write themselves
Lo and behold
In her eyes, in her codes
The illusion is gone
With a piece of her soul
And it seems to me
That in-betweens
Are not what they appear to be at all
Not at all