Swan Song Swan Dive

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