newly distant relatives
to the one that always strangely ends up in your heart
goodbye again the never also voices to speak
hopefully forgotten and thrown away over and over
to the off one wandering out past the limits of our town
the outcast distant love that makes this family
our pride that yields its own and is tradition
knows the both of us to be faithful and to be terribly apart
the boundaries along maps of sandpaper
in accordance to what we do not say in phones
communication is wasted and wasted again
cancelling out the friends like you and i
in fear of the challenge that we make
how could one compromise or save these things
nothing justifies or puts anything in its place
nothing works the way that it ought to unless there are people to see
family is the only way
