We sit in lonely isolation

Myself in a van in a town across lines dividing states.
And you might be seated in a class room. In a city far away from me.

I can feel a strange indifference.
If you can too then it's a shame.

We lie in broken desperation.

In cold beds with no regard to how this works out.
I traded all my fears and aspirations. The way I see it, I don't need them anyway.

I can see a bit more clearer.
I wonder how this life works out.

I can say it won't mean much to me.

We die in empty desolation.

With broken hearts and heads riddled with unease.
We spoke in whispered conversation. Filled with regret and apathy.

You never seemed to listen.
But maybe that was me.