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 are 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 touch Just about out of everything Careless if I slip, Careful of where 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 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 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