Here we are Bored with eachother Frankly, I couldn't care less About your day And how it was a mess I know you couldn't care less About mine Either Because you never ask You want to know things Like where your boots are Or what time is supper But not where I learned How to cook it We got a tree full with fruits of Conversations Yet neither cares to shook it Overripe fruit Rotting on the limb We sit here now Our light has dimmed No need for tears Or blames or angryness But frankly, however it goes down It has to go down Because I can't care any less