Was it all worth waiting for. When you came home late one night. Was it all worth waiting for. It was always out of sight. But once upon a time. When we were doing fine. We were all together. Hiding under sheets. Or laughing in the streets. We were something better. But now I see the reflection of my face. Running down your cheekbone. I see the reflection of my face. Running down your cheekbone. Trying to make the best of the situation. Trying to make you feel alright. My little moves all around you. In the darkness or in the light. We had a place to go. In fifty years or so. We would be getting older. Driving in the rain. We slowly felt the pain. We were just growing colder