Together Is a Word On a Bulletin Board

Sometimes I don’t know which one of us is broken And which one of us does the breaking I’m still not sure exactly who I’ve become Or if I’ve even begun changing You stepped out for another smoke outside Didn’t want to wake me up as I’m reclined on this chair I’m not a heavy sleeper, I hear your footsteps back and forth Is it me you’re brooding over? I’d hate for it to be someone else It’s crazy, this 80 mile an hour ride we’ve been on “Together” seems like a word on a bulletin board A word that you say over and over, it loses meaning Kind of like the way the years have taken toll When my grandfather died my grandma didn’t shed a tear Makes me wonder the love she still had for him It must be hard living year after year And then the years come by and cause the end I wonder how it’ll be, you and me When we grow old and brittle Will we still sit around watching television? Will it still matter if he retain our skills? When I look in the mirror, I see age creeping in When I’m no longer a shadow of my former self I’m a stranger, with myself living within At least I’m not living with anyone else My mind wants to escape this madness But I don’t want to be separated from my mind I look at you for comfort, but I see your sadness But along with the sadness, I see that you’re kind Together is a word on a bulletin board And the words keep repeating, droning on and on But something tells me it’s not going to get old I’ll just get use to your breathing, and I promise to cry when you’re gone