Trying to make this work is sending me to a different direction

When I call your name I usually have someone else in mind.
Every time I come home I aim my frustration and wait for you to start.
  
I know it wrong of me to move on and desire you for my own selfish needs.
And I focus my love to someone else so my lust for you tends to fall back.

When I see the signs of us going at it I feel so pressured to leave.
When I sense the glass of your sanity cracking I only fear that you’re turning back.

I never notice the time and I forget the days when I’m with you.
The days that we are having problems it slow down.