Stuck, we are
White noise that never developed color
In black rooms we sit
Guiding the stage lights
As we sleep here tonight we contemplate
How to break its walls
Our connection was the light
Consuming us, spitting us out
We all become static
This city doesn't sleep
It doesn't wake up
We only observe
Talk of how and when
It could all be over
By the touch of a button
Click of a mouse
Twist of a plot
Stuck, I was
In the shapes of another dimension
Residing in this room with you
Yet so far apart were we
Between our respective stage lights
Our connection was the dark
Where your day ends and mine begins
Somewhere along these footprints
That grew more and more apart, animalistic
Where I was made part of your twisted world
As you became of mine
We'll crawl deep in each other's psyche
And live in each other's fantasies
Just like the shows you see on TV
But the reality is
We'll always end up in this same room
A room of no walls
Where time will stop
And I will stare back
I watch you watch me
It all depends on perspective
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 4:35 AM UTC
Stuck, we are
White noise that never developed color
In black rooms we sit
Guiding the stage lights
As we sleep here tonight we contemplate
How to break its walls
Our connection was the light
Consuming us, spitting us out
We all become static
This city doesn't sleep
It doesn't wake up
We only observe
Talk of how and when
It could all be over
By the touch of a button
Click of a mouse
Twist of a plot
Stuck, I was
In the shapes of another dimension
Residing in this room with you
Yet so far apart were we
Between our respective stage lights
Our connection was the dark
Where your day ends and mine begins
Somewhere along these footprints
That grew more and more apart, animalistic
Where I was made part of your twisted world
As you became of mine
We'll crawl deep in each other's psyche
And live in each other's fantasies
Just like the shows you see on TV
But the reality is
We'll always end up in this same room
A room of no walls
Where time will stop
And I will stare back
I watch you watch me
It all depends on perspective
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