The Bridge of Irony

we sit here
not a word will be said
and we won't move an inch
we sit here
as the smoke sinks in
and the silence is heard
we sit here
realizing our failures
and simplifying each regret
we sit here
expecting the unexpected
and not knowing what comes next
we sit here
thinking of what to say
and nothing will be thought
we sit here
the sun is shining
and our breath now shows
we sit here
our minds drifting away
and we're heels over head
we sit here
up on the ceiling
with our feet on the ground
we sit here
waiting to see what happens next
being modest and unassuming
craving an excuse to fall
and never go back

as we sit