remind me again where to draw the line
between affection and attention
when all i am thinking of is your warmth against my very own,
yet without any strings nor emotions attached
because let's put it simply and very bluntly - we're not in love,
we're two people obsessed with the idea of being in love

you lull me with preconceived notions (of love);
of how i should feel when i'm with you
it has become a steady, easy comfort to deny it
and we always stray from the truth
the truth is we are merely two people living out your ephemeral fantasy
and perhaps mine

after all, i was never able to distinguish affection from attention