Winter leaves fall behind us. Towards the ice we let grow between you and me.
I feel your words pressing my chest.
Lying down on my silhouette. Same mistakes, same crooked says.
This won't last forever. Walking around the same place.
I've torn myself into this shape.

Mistakes you know that hurt so much are always circling over skies.
I reach your hand as you reach for mine.
The gap collapses even more as we both try to get closer.

I want to hear the words again coming through your lips.
Running through my dreams. Distance is as healing as painful.

Try to get so close. Try to build some hope.
Shivers crawl and curl. I strive to see the colors but it's all black and blue.
My Mirror is you.