Stefre Roland Deep Line

You drew a deep line
Right through the carpet
Through old Polaroids
Through my side of the closet

You said “this is yours
That ache is mine”
But the hurt kept leaking
Across that line

Deep line
Running through the middle of us
Splitting every memory in two
I stand on my side
Staring at your side
Wondering who I am
If I can’t cross to you

Deep line
Deep line
I'm that deep line
Deep line
Deep line
I'm that deep line
Deep line
Deep line
I'm that deep line
Deep line
Deep line

Deep line
Between me and you