Five minutes away

Five minutes too far

I would walk the distance

But I don’t know where you are

Your head’s in the clouds

The clouds that you smoked

I can’t bring you down

Cause you think you have to on your own

It’s cold and your clouds give you warmth that you won’t take from me

But from up there vision’s impaired, and you cannot see me

You bottle it up

You bottle the bugs

Don’t want them to see

The critters you keep

We’re sitting right here

You tell me you’re fine

(I promise I’m fine)

But I see your jar of bugs

So I know you’re lying

You’ve gone cold and won’t accept warmth from me

Your bugs stare at you through the glass but you won’t set them free

Set them free

Five minutes away

(You have reached the voicemail box of)