Sweeping months of lust under the rug Will she ever hold my hand I've asked her many times to dance This appartment's losing all its soul I've been toying with rubberbands Making beautiful mud out of this sand All that we wanted, are now things we can't Measuring love by the weight of demand She gets mad at me, now I'm tired of talking She gets mad at me, now I'm tired of talking Parting ways with comfort zones and wars Can you still trust a soul When she's let you go two times before Clotheslines far too heavy with these rags But I keep holding tight Yet I'm steering a life I'm not steering a kite Sunshine is losing the stormiest fight I haven't been furious, just out of my mind I wont say a word... you've let your actions decide