Two hours earlier it wouldn’t be so bad for her, stare at the wall
Two hours later now the food is cold and so is her heart, tired of it all
Waiting for integration, a product of stagnation
Two separate lives
Still hoping for a celebration, yet always fearing cancellation
They can’t see why, they can’t see why
And one is home and one is out, and one is thinking for oneself
Someone’s content but one’s alone
Something’s come up he feels he ought to go and show his face there
Part of the scene
He loses track of time the hours pass just one more drink then
Gone to extremes
Timing is such a question, a cause of all the tension
Two separate lives
Still holding back on their expressions, no one gets enough attention
They can’t see why, they can’t see why