We let the ruins fill our hearts
So we explode on each other
And we mend that anger under the sheets,
suppressing the fire until we\'re ready to fuel it again
We force the love through physical touch,
instead of using the mental intimacy we taught one another
So afraid of losing the home we built together,
we hold on to the pleasure that is supposed to mean so much,
and we make it mean so little
We are not objects to each other
We are one, and this is not us