This is a song about "Close"

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

I can taste the salt from my tears

A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

He's the junior king standing out shouting on the balcony

Close/ your chapter of so-called "track classics"

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

X's and o's, you must be the rose

You're getting too close

The glare makes me hard to find

don't think about better close your mind/

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Guess i’m different than most

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Ive come *this* close to snapping