I am living in a bubble

Most of us, whether intentionally or by accident, go into a bubble sometimes. A bubble that keeps all the issues of the world a secret. Maybe for a week or two, the world passes by, and we take no notice. "What?! There was a nucular war over in Poland? WTF?!"

Caroline is thinking that she somehow has put herself in a bubble the past few weeks and has only barely followed anything in the news. Perhaps it started when her computer had issues, but she is still there. She is thinking she really needs to talk to someone who has been watching the news so the next time a conversation involving a woman having 14 children comes up, she might be able to add something to it other then, "no way? really?" She can't even, with a clear conscience, talk about politics right now. All is hearsay, and we all know what at really is usually. She is totally slacking in current events at the moment.
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You used to talk
And I used to listen
And the hours between us would fly
Sleep and work were far seconds
To the things we had to say
And when we would finally end
Our long aimless conversation
We would wish sweet dreams
And good rest for one another
I used to talk
And you used to listen
But my phone doesn't ring anymore
And the hours seem to drag
Sleep and work fill the growing distance
Between the things we have to say
Conversations drop off with no real end
Breaking up the seemingly forced topics
If there is closure,
It is a quick goodbye or goodnight
We used to talk