I cut my head against the wall
I've been this way for so long now
You weren't exactly falling over yourself
When last I saw you
But I always thought
We'd get along like a house on fire
Until you told me I'd have to go
How can someone like you work this slow?
If you ever think of me
You listen hard and I will make you see
If you ever call my name
Please be sure that I have not the same
I don't feel anything at all
This state of grace is consuming me
I'm not grown up, I'm not a boy
I feel no pain and I feel no joy
But I always thought
We'd get along like a house on fire
In those days when the sun was hot
I ran up in the street where I was born
If you ever think of me
You listen hard and I will make you see
If you ever think of me
You listen hard and I will make you see
Streets are so empty at this time of night
I'd rather walk on my own than fight
In a room where I've forgotten you
I find myself forgotten too
That's the danger of believing ghosts
All the lies are post-seasoned friends
Who sing intellectual songs of love
From a stolen hand to a broken heart
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