Do I even want to see you?
Be alone in the same room with you?
Lately all we do is point fingers and pull the trigger at each other.
Are we at war?
It’s possible for me to feel lonely under the the deepest love
To feel cold under the warmest sun.
Possible for me to sleep while my eye’s are still open
I thought I’d never hear your voice again
Forgive me Father for I’ve done it again.
When did I stop caring?
After I threw a fit for things not being the same,
As they used to in the beginning of our relationship?
How do we know?
If you’re right then I must be wrong.
My idea of what is right is contaminated by the conversations I have…
With the television, but mostly with myself.
You work too hard most of the time
Who made you smile?
Who made you blush like a teenager?