It’s our choices that make us
But I made mine wrong.
So now we sit silent
Staring across the sofa
Neglect and resentment set
In our reddened eyes.

I can’t say what you think.
I don’t know anything..
I think we were always wrong.

Did we ever really work?
I never knew what to say.
So now we sit glaring
Our hands twitching violent
Suppressing old emotion
Too hard to express.

Even the stars grow old.
Even the words unfold.
I think we were always wrong.