The sound of time as it goes by
While we sit here and wonder why
Nothing is being done, nothing is said
A poignant silence hanging between us
The clock is going
And still we stare, and no bird is singing
Just the two of us
Immobile, but going in circles
Rushing so fast but still being careful
Neither of us wants this to end
Neither of us wants to admit we've reached a dead end
Now I wish we could go back
To better days, to fresher days, to early days of praise
Of compliments, of smiles, and kisses
Of nonchalance, and fuck the world, and all them bitches
But tic toc the clock went
And in and out the drama went
I used to be your favorite song
Until you started hearing other songs, better songs, softer songs, darker songs
Songs that make you question my melody and rhythm
My lyrics and my resonance
You found other songs and I got other listeners
And you know what happens when an artist separates from its producer?
The singing is the same but the melodies change
And you come back and wonder what's changed
It's you and me, but now also her and him
I acknowledge what we had
I recognize the music
I understand the lyrics
But you've grown into other songs
