How do lovers work it out?

It must be more than just a tango.
More than just a one-two-three step.
More than the rhythm of T-A-N-G-O.
What happens when two can no longer breathe together?
When one is now so apparently two?

It scares me just a little.
To know that we weren't on the same page.
To know that we're not looking in the same direction.
It hurts to know our hearts beat different tunes.
It kills to know you were never looking at what I was.
...kills to know there was something else blind-sighting you this whole time.

Didn't you know I meant every word?
No...don't tell me you did.
Because, really, you didn't.
Was I a project this whole time? You weren't feeling...you weren't living...you were only testing the waters.
Only doing the dance...never feeling it.