1st Verse: Farther from the start is where we are, and it`s so hard to hold a conversation with, a lack of communication is, keeping us apart, and at large, is the missing link to this relationship
Pre-Chorus: So this is awkward silence now, and you can find out, where it goes, or what happens from here, this is your dying sound, either shut your mouth or I`ll make it close, hold your thoughts across the room
Chorus: Broken hearts and open scars folding at the edges in a note, it`s an envelope addressed to you, burning shards of glass filled jars holding in your grudges soon explode, it`s all for show
2nd Verse: Closer to the end is where we`ve been, and I`ve never quit, but making small talk is like torture to a wall, unless you admit that I`ve won, and that you`ve sinned, but I won`t forgive, the damages are done
Ending: choke on the 2nd hand smoke, filling up the air, clouding you with empty hopes, leaving you in despair