Syndamy - Faded

We're not even on the same plane anymore
Same fight tonight, same mess after
We've glued this back together
So many times
I can't tell which piece is the original
You're somewhere
I can't reach and
I'm here
With your perfume on my jacket, smelling
It like an idiot
Third night not sleeping
Fallen face up on the table
I'm sorry
I didn't do it back when
I could have
Same day, same talk, same nothing
You stay you, I stay me.
We've been
Through the wash too many times