Falling Away

I am bored with love and it's passionless limbs that drape over my bed in a weary state of weakness while wearing the same red heart my soul picked up hitchhiking off highway fate Now here we are alone in togetherness trying to build dreams with two by fours and glue, but even a home won't tie us together when our hearts live alone Poetic vows clichéd into nothingness like all words do, eventually and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make love to a wall instead of each other and we wonder why the roses are dying