Out Of Touch

Pick up the pieces
Listen until it sinks in, or at least until you go crazy again
Anything to show you understand
The more you have a fit, the more I back away
Tie those loose ends up
The ones that you seemed to have cut
Why don’t you fucking go?
Why don’t you show me how strong you are?
Hey, am I out of touch?
The things I do to keep your mouth shut
I have watched mistakes they take the shape of flesh and blood, and even a name
It’s the truth that would tear your heart right out
You know, I calle dlast night just to tell you I tied those loose ends up
The ones that you seemed to have cut
Every moment you bitch, know that this is your shit
The pointed-finger play affects me less
Not that I understand it doesn’t have to be someone stringing someone else along
I’ll minimize all I want