A Matter Of Intimacy

So I sit here writing words in our old place 
They all come out as letters 
And I contemplate mistakes 
That we all make 
The start and the ending of eras 

When mystery fades 
We identify the problems 
But they may not be problems after all 

Shock and dismay 
They affect what we say 
We should bite our tongues, 
We should bite our tongues 
Cause after all 
It’s only our lives anyway 

And I can’t let it bother me 
If fact and fate just can’t agree 
On love, on life 
Can we stop taking ourselves too seriously? 

So I sit here carving words into the wall 
Words that remind me of just how I was 
I never felt as old and lonely as 
I felt when I was young and in love