Cold War

You're in a cab
Cycling through the same apps
You've been glued to all night
For fear of what you might find

And she told you
She made the wrong move
It was a bad call
I wish things like that could be taken back

But they can't
You are boring
This is boring me
Every damn morning
I feel the weight of what you won't say

He's on the mend
And he's not lying this time
The blackened weights and empty space
That used to plague his hollow face
Are all but gone

But she said
Something condescending
I can feel it knocking
I think it's bad this time

It's a cold war
It's a desert
Just shout 'til the words start to bend
Cut the wire
Cut the wrong thing and
Watch as it goes up in flames
He plays the game
He feels ashamed

And the worst thing
Is the way you'll choke
Like the world just stopped and threw you off
Like the whole thing's a joke

And I'll be just fine
But I know you won't
I would halve your pain
I would go insane
To make this work

But I can't