Lose, lose

You're always closer to the front of my mind than the back
At the tip of my fingers but not close enough to touch
I wish you only existed at the vector of my gaze
I don't know when I took up residence in this selfish place
Lying in the place of better men, I rest my head
Nothing that I think seems to go unsaid
I keep my hands on the wheel and my eyes fixed on the rearview
Because no matter how hard I try I can't see where this road leads to
The match was lit and it just keeps burning
You can't put out this fire and it's starting to make you worry
I imagine the eyes that would stare me down to nothing
And hands that could break me without ever touching
My eyes adjust to the dark and now I can see
It could take forever but this is where I want to be.

dm.