Stations

I don't know why, the lights, they never change.
Been stood here far too long. I
t's time to disengage.
I don't know why we're better when it rains.
I'm cold to your design.
You're cold to my embrace.
I don't know why I gravitate to loss.
I feel too much inside.
I cannot shake it off.
I don't know why you never hold a kiss.
You snap it at the heart.
It freezes on your lips.
We're stations, disconnected at the heart.
Our rails are rusted veins our switches, torn apart