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