Here we sit

Faced by our own personal monsters

Numb

To the hypnotism

It comes between us

Mine and yours

Tense

Anger breeding, unaddressed

Both too proud to step down

Admit it

It's never my fault, neither yours

But there's always someone to blame

Stubborn

It continues through spaghetti

Surrounded by screaming children

With sauce on their face

That famous sauce that's always been there

Summertime

Always together, stupid but happy

Time

We lost it all to time

Time and spaghetti