We talk a lot
But I don’t think we say much,
We let our looks collide
In lost conversation and
In arguments we both miss,
It’s only when we evaluate the damage
That we truly weigh the cost
—I’m overdue
But I don’t show it,
I trail in the wake
But I don’t control shit,
When they talk about collisions
They don’t talk about the crash,
They like to talk about the future
While we reconcile the past ,
When they talk about collisions
They don’t like to let it last
They keep it short and sweet
And let it bust like broken glass