As I loosen my grip and you to begin drift further away into the “only you know”
I can admit you aren’t the celestial body I fought for all those yesterdays ago

With my nose pressed up against the bark, I believed to be facing a tree
When I finally stepped away, I could see the embers from the forest fire and just me

Somehow distance brings clarity, the distance no longer disrupts my waters creating tides
I am able to use my telescope to better see you from all sides

I would stay busy, moving non-stop
With stillness I am able to see the long trail of blood drops

Those in the stands were telling me how the game is going
I was stubborn because I thought I was scoring

Thankfully the pattern has revealed itself
Calm arrives when your chaos is placed on a high enough shelf

I’ll stay up here with the satellites, I am enjoying the view
The last thing I need is to continue being in the eye of the storm faking it with you