Picture Frames

The busy don't have time for tears
 I'm so miserable without them
 It's almost like they are here
 I guess I picked the wrong week to start storming out
 My roof falls to the ground
 As seconds turn too blue for my blood
 I can see it on your face
 It's almost like I've displaced every single nerve
 Pinches to unearth, those rotten words
 Every thought just leads to you
 Like winding roads to beaches
 And every word I send your way
 You feed it to the leeches
 Why don't you just get it?
 Can't you get it?
 Call your bluff, I've had enough
 Don't give up
 I'm married to my work and there's no place
 For a hungry heart like yours
 And a temper I never quite tamed
 Like sugar our bonds once pure now have dissolved
 Every thought just leads to you
 Like winding roads to beaches
 And every word I send your way
 You feed it to the leeches
 Why don't you just get it?
 Can't you get it?
 Call your bluff, I've had enough
 Don't give up on
 All the picture frames we filled
 For you and I, I'll make the world stand still
 Every thought just leads to you
 Like winding roads to beaches
 And every word I send your way
 You feed it to the leeches
 Why don't you just get it?
 Can't you get it?
 Call your bluff, I've had enough
 Don't give up