I like the universe, But she messes with my words Iβm not talking planets, or galaxies, and, The distance just makes it worse. I know what youβre thinking, This probably sounds rehearsed. So letβs give it up for the New Year. Did this party of two, Have you slightly confused? Now that our things are divided. She refuses to speak, And Iβm driftinβ to sleep at the wheel.



























