I wish we had more than one or two conversations a week I wish you would look forward to talking to me And telling me about the peak of your day And the lows of your life I wish you put in effort of some kind So I could know that you care about me at all I want to talk about the stars But you leave me feeling like I'm stranded in the dirt I want to chat about our dreams But more often than not I'm faced with nightmares that hurt Because I'm more familiar with the phrase opened three days ago Than I am with the phrase I care about you Hearts that no longer beat in sync The glass doesn't shatter The distance is near An inevitable yet unbearable tragedy But above all of these things Loneliness in the presence of company