I wish we had more than one or two conversations a week
I wish you would look forward to talking to me
And telling me about the peak of your day
And the lows of your life
I wish you put in effort of some kind
So I could know that you care about me at all
I want to talk about the stars
But you leave me feeling like I'm stranded in the dirt
I want to chat about our dreams
But more often than not I'm faced with nightmares that hurt
Because I'm more familiar with the phrase opened three days ago
Than I am with the phrase I care about you
Hearts that no longer beat in sync
The glass doesn't shatter
The distance is near
An inevitable yet unbearable tragedy
But above all of these things
Loneliness in the presence of company