As if

We sit alone together 

Pretending to be something we wish we were

Not liking the something we are

Because, maybe pretending to be something  we're not

Will fix all our issues

But we can't go minutes without

Being at each other's throats 

And not even seconds before the first argument begins

You keep saying, "Maybe this time will be better"

Yeah, as if

We still sit together

Twiddling our thumbs

As if it'll all get better on its own

But nothing gets better on its own

Maybe its because our bottoms are too comfortable

To get up and walk away

Or maybe its because our hearts are too scared 

To find the right words to get us out of this mess

And, either way

Its just a matter of time and space

Before everything starts to spiral out of control

Again