Love: A Silent Movie

Too late now we lost it, built lakes out of faucets
Gave shape to our fears so they affected our causes/
Argue over all but never for fight for each other
So now our bed is just a place to lay our heads and recover/
And would love a peaceful moment but avoid em at points
cus silence suggests we’re almost near our boiling point/
now the sex is all that’s left, and though it still gratifies
without the love attached we never feel satisfied/
rely purely on the physical feeling
while I focus on the bed and you stare at the ceiling/
left with my thoughts as you soak in the bath tub
asleep when you return so nothing gets patched up/
reluctantly backs touch,
when not under covers wrapped up
why we so wrapped up in our past, intent on making it last, like we ain’t had nuff/
for the rush that it adds, but it outlasts us/