Sleeping in the same bed, but different worlds
Eyes fluttering away to dreams of being somewhere else, anywhere else,
Both hands on the steering wheel, instead of one in mine,
Taking every given chance to be somewhere else, and avoiding the "I miss you too's",
A cushion between us when we sit on the couch, watching tv just to ignore each other, wanting to speak, but the words are trapped so deep down my throat that it is easier just to swallow them,

These two different worlds that we are living in are fighting a war,
And no matter who wins, the war will come to an end and I don't know if I can handle the battle wounds left over.