when routine bites hard and ambitions are low and resentment rides high but emotions won't grow and we're changing our ways taking different roads
why is the bedroom so cold? you've turned away on your side
is my timing that flawed?
our respect runs so dry yet there's still this appeal that we've kept through our lives
you cry out in your sleep all my failings exposed
and there's a taste in my mouth
as desperation takes hold Just that something so good just can't function no more