Otherside

Turning myself against all your friends.
 I try to feign interest - but I just can't pretend.
 We go out at night.
 At least you do - I decline (most of the time).
 And you can't understand why...
 Well it feels like I'm watching you from the other side of this life.
 I'm letting you slip away :(Well it feels like I'm watching you from the other side of this life.
 I'm letting you slip away :)
 You mutter on about another scuppered opportunity to hold hands in public.
 Well I have to say.
 I really don't understand.
 What's your problem?
 Placing immediate importance on social media performance.
 Am I expected to post that I love your beans on toast the most?
 I don't!
 I'm tired of making promises that I will never keep.
 In a battle of empty sentiments, I beat a hasty retreat.
 There was a kindness in your heart.
 There was a wisdom to impart.
 Now by and large you're in charge.
 And you're pulling everything apart.
 Getting it all wrong time and time again.
 I long to inspect, to correct, to ammend for the next time.
 Then again...
 I put my foot in my mouth.
 I never seem to sort it out.
 Now we're both looking for a way out.