You sleep on the edge of the mattress. I stare at the paint on the wall. We share the exact same address, But we don't live together at all. The coffee is cold on the table. The silence is loud in the hall. We play the part while we're able, Waiting for the curtain to fall. Why do we water a dead flower? Why do we wait for a spark in the rain? We sit in the dark for another hour, Holding our breath to avoid the pain. I am digging my grave to save what we lost. I am digging my grave... but look at the cost. I wash the cups from the breakfast. You stare at the screen on your phone. We pretend that the feeling will outlast, Two strangers completely alone. The bills are all paid on the counter. The coats are hung up by the door. We survived another encounter, But we don't really love anymore. Why do we water a dead flower? Why do we wait for a spark in the rain? We sit in the dark for another hour, Holding our breath to avoid the pain. I am digging my grave to save what we lost. I am digging my grave... but look at the cost. I am digging my grave. You are digging yours too. We water the flower. But the flower is through.
