zero communication

We are just people inside boxes
Talking to each other using tiny
tiny wires made of light
and dreams

We play our little make-believe
We ask for love we can't receive
We live our lives together stranded
in our lonely worlds.

So reach your hand and realise
That choosing to believe in lies
Is fine, but now your body’s Getting cold

Just take a look and you will find
That all you need is someone kind
To hug you while you two are growing old