No pain ever quite so replete

As that which we allow to steep

In the silent space between us

As tips sprawl out over upholstery but fail to meet

We paint a vivid portrait of accismus

Who are you in other rooms?

When I'm not there does it still hurt the same?

Can we talk? Is it too soon?

Do you think that you'll ever look at me that way again?

Pace the floor of this vacant house

No sense left in speaking

God, it feels so weak

To avert my eyes from your indifference

Strike a match up off this friction

Light me up just like you used to

Who are you in other rooms?

When I'm not there does it still hurt the same?

Can we talk? Is it too soon?

Do you think that you'll ever look at me that way again?

And now you bite your tongue

And you call it love

But you know it won't go back to the way it was

So why would you beg me to stay

Then resent me because I've changed?