Routine...

The importance of calls was merely our way,
Of saying the things that ourselves wouldn't say.
A plan unannounced, every time was the same.
The drives and the days, they pass and decay.
A house at the end of a cul-de-sac... yours and forever.
I fell asleep in that place... a place that I claimed as my own,
That's where I rested my head, even though it wasn't called "home"...
I remember the comfort it brought... and the sound of the TV... and the embrace at the door.
Was it each other we fought? Or our own private wars?
Your infatuation was cute... in a sense I can't explain...
Day after day, one after the other. A mindless routine, a careless chapter in life.
I'll put it in the back of my mind, so deep and forget about every instance.
Just know that my eyes weren't shut, and your tears didn't go unnoticed.