The Work We Never Do

Are you running away from the truth in the work we never do?

As I twist myself out of sleep to face you

Will you please pick someone else?

I am awkward, I am not myself

It's called worldly remiss

So that is why I choose to stay awake

When I'm dreaming and I hardly know your name

But the games we used to play were not games

Always, through all those years

That you can't take back

When you didn't choose to be here

Are you burning by the truth in the work you never do?

As I rearrange the way I look to suit you

And you ripped your evening dress

And forgot your evening sentences

Like you're beautiful but not one bit useful

How you wonder why I don't feel like dreaming

'cause I hardly know your name

And the games we used to play were not games

Always, through all those years

That you can't take back

When you didn't choose to be here