We’re Alone
We had been paralyzed
Mortified
Of the word try
When it comes to love
The blow
The knockout
The punch we took
When that great rush
Of love
Emptied out
That high
That terrible low
Who can forget that place
There we never want to go
Out of love
Broken hearts
We just can’t do it
We can’t start
Doesn’t feel like were pessimistic
We feel we are being realistic
This shit hurts
And the pain digs deep
We want love
But fear the ugly of it
What do we do
When you chase things that seem
So far away from you
You’re dressed for a race
That will never begin
You’re dressed for a race
You already feel you won’t win
But I can’t plants seeds like this
And bear fruit that with your lips
I wouldn’t kiss
It has to be something more
It has to be something different
It’s lonely out here
But who’s willing to do the work
To fix it
