Us up late shit talking, feels like nothing changed
youll send me something cheesy and I’ll smile
You repeating a story I’ve heard 100th Times
me on the edge of seat knowing what will happen next
me smiling and nodding, Loving your story; your life
Nothing but a blanket separating up.
thats the past.
Now were two different people, trying to find a purpose.
Never on time for each other, always missing you by a minute
never hearing your stories
Smiling at a screen
Separated by a mile.