And yes, there were some things,
we could’ve gotten together
yes, some things i wanted,
and some things you needed
but me and you, we kept running
like hamsters in their own wheels
interconnected machines, we
we gave, we took and then we wasted
in concentric circles we ran,
and continued till we lost faith
and again without whatever we could’ve had.
In matchboxes, we woke up,
on lonely roads, we dug our graves.
As we sleep next to each other,
on our separate beds
beneath the earth,
all i can think is: we could’ve…
Incoherent ramblings 