Put the gun down
I just want to talk
I can`t hear you
you`re breaking up
I can`t help being static
a rise in the voice marks the descent
as the atmosphere thickens, it quickens the coming apart
a shooting star
shooting down in the darkend half
sometimes the hinges aren`t strong enough
splinters splitting us, embedded in the floor
some nights don`t pass quick enough
nor the walls thick enough for you, or me, or next door
I can`t help being static
so the wounds aer dressed and each given a name
dated and placed
the records remain
both tired of being the cause of this happening
I`m moving out onto the edge
just out of tocuh
just about out of everything
careless if I slip, careful of wher you stand
you say I couldn`t care less
I`ve alwasys been sure of what should not have been said
I`ve never had to say I love you to death,
because we`d both have to dive on that gun and jokingly say . . .
that it just might have to be that way
you really don`t take enough notice of what I`m telling you
you could act as though you give a fuck
I`m sick of disappointing you
you refuse to see me as anything more than what you think I`ve been
that`s not what I was thinking at all.