You and I are few and far between
An ocean of concrete
Conceals a dearly departed dream

When horoscopes don't hold the most Clarity
The more I flow the more I
Clearly see

Our loves like water,
Our loves like water,
It is quick to shift
into a steady stream
I really want her,
I really want her,
"I hold so close, the things that still torture me."

You and I are doomed but I don't care
Compelled to be souls
Lost revelling in all their despair.

We try our best to stay so far apart
Now diagnosed with fractures of the heart.

I wish I knew something
I wish I could show you
A diagram of how our lives would go.
It's truly lost
Truly broken.
This much is true this much only I know.