You told me to stop ignoring the signs,
Confront your problems.
Little did I know, you were talking about us.
Or maybe you weren't, but all I can see is us.
Well, now I'm looking at us,
I'm trying to fix us.
But the more I try, the more you want from me.
Maybe it's the timing.
Maybe it's "growing up."
Whatever it is, I feel it.
I know you feel it, too.
This rift.
It's coming.
It's here.
