Both of us, hoping we’re good enough for both of us
We should talk, instead we hide in separate corners
Is it any good to run
Is it beneficial to hold our lips as prisoners
Has silence improved our standing
God with facepalms, whispering wake up
Guess we’re waiting for old age
Standing by at regret’s bus stop.
Will our stand, stand wise after all?
I showed you but what now?
You showed me but there’s nothing left.
Who will win?
I already know the winner.
Spitting on time like we know there’s plenty.
No hurry as we waste it shamefully.
Teaching lessons, irrelevant, when someone comes.
Lessons that won’t matter when someone else keeps us warm.
Ha, ha, we lose.
Bitterness blowing smoke into perception’s eyes
What is revenge but an uncontrolled fire in our home
Both parties refusing to use an extinguisher
This isn’t what I love you to death is supposed to mean.