What are we
I can't put this in a title
Technically this we
Isn't as solid as we'd like it to be
My dreams are more real then you and me
At times I'm confused
Abusing my brain
Tidal waves of rushing emotions flood in
I often think this is just a ruse
Faking each other out
The I love you doesn't out weigh the conflicts
It's just another counterfeit  
This we is just a contorted painting
Of a gremlin trying to scratch it's blind spot with a rubber stick
It just don't make sense  
How it will end just adds up the suspense
But it's predictable like a stencil
This we has already been drawn In
Written In pen
By the holy man
Maybe it is he who can tell me
What is the we,
We like to call you and me
I just don't see how it's been 5 months sense you last called me
And expect me just not to up and leave
But I guess it's the dream of we that keeps me
Now I see why people name there daughters hope
But I have a knife to hopes throat
Threatening it not to go
But another 365 days of this
And this we that we conjured up
Just can't be
Because I still don't know what we are