Shadows

I can see shadows

Painting the picture of you and me together

I can see my headlights

Reflecting off the stop sign and I wonder

If it's more than just stop sign

But these calloused words

Are seeping through

My weary nerves tonight

The walls outside my window

Represent my lack of forward motion

They're layered in perfection

Taunting me with order and deception

And I miss you more than I ever have

These calloused words

Are seeping through

My weary nerves

The grass is green

And you assume

But now I can't see it tonight