Reflections in the Water

Eyes fixed
On the nervous shuffle of your feet
To avoid contact
And I think it's best if I leave
I wish I could say it
But impulse is honest
Your bed is like home
And I don't wanna go
Fist clenched to portray it
Just how much I hate this
This cycle has come to be so predictable

The time we spend
Rehearsing the truth and forgetting it
At the first fear of sounding too desperate
Another night spent alone with our pride intact.

The question has become
How long will this last before we give up
Re-living the same days
Folding under the weight
On our conscience placed there by our own restraints
And we both swear, we're better off

Well how do I explain
The time spent filling this page
They’re not empty words, they’re not said to your face
I wish I had stayed
But you said “So go” with such disdain

The time we spend
Rehearsing the truth to abandon it
For lines we can use without meaning them
It's the best we can make of our wasting it

I very much can understand what you are saying in this song. In fact, not so long ago, even. I am wondering if the title to this has some other meaning that maybe I am not seeing.

Finally finished it, what was up before was the rough draft, this is the final product.

Now it is perfect, my friend! I love it!

I caught this one only because I read your recent post and then looked for others by you. This has a lot of weight, significance that led me into some serious contemplation as I read it. And it was certainly a pleasure to read. Very nice work!