My heart aches.
I don't understand - we create something without boundaries.
It's everything I say I want, but you're callin my bluff, and I'm withdrawing my bet.
Daggers pierce us both, but we still stand still.

There's four of us here. There's two relationships between me and you.
In one, it's a dream delusional world. Everything is perfect, but neither of us are really happy.
In the second, our rationality destroys all romance, and my world feels flat.

I want to pour more into my already full cup. Sometimes I feel like green tea. Other days, and most days these days, I feel like tequila.

It's hard to say if I feel lonelier together, or alone.