Strange as it sounds, we were together much more
But further apart than before
Side by side, living different lives
Sharing only the space and the time
Out of sync
An inanimate life with no intimacy
Who can we blame?
Our intentions are good but nothing feels the same
We cannot decide, if we want to give in
Or give it another try
Are we still in love? Were we ever in love? Or is this it?
I Google 'what is love?' but everything stinks
Are we out of time? Or just out of sync?
We try all sorts of things
To get back to a past, a place where everything worked
But it doesn't exist, and we torture ourselves
Wanting things that we both know we miss
Are we fooling ourselves?
Can we appreciate this?
Are we out of time?
Or just out of sync?