constantly walking up to closed doors
and crawling into our empty bed
and picking up shit
that you just put down
when you just got up
when you just walked in
and had you waited a moment more
you could have held it
we could have lay together
you could have noticed
but you never do
lost in your own world
and all alone in mine
we live simultaneously
completely different lives
and in an attempt
to get closer to your world
i find myself lost in shadows
and overlooked
and, despite being right next to you,
all alone
i find myself
looking for company
someplace else
and i find it, babe
