Now that our paths no longer collide
Now that our universes no longer overlap
Our influence on each other has ceased.
This is comfortable, isn’t it? You go your way, I go mine
We’re not answerable, we’re not bound
And yet, when I try to sleep on this bed that we once shared
And live in this space which was once ours
All I see is a gaping emptiness, at the place where you should have been.