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 wanna talk about the stars
But you leave me feeling like I'm stranded in the dirt
I wanna chat about our dreams
But more often that 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 shattеr
The distance is near
Inеvitable yet unbearable tragedy
But above all of these things
Loneliness in the presence of company