cross crowded rooms we take our stand

here in my corner alone

I'll draw up my plans

cross crowded rooms we stake our claims

you take away all of these people 

only bitterness remains

and I just can't understand

this lack of communication

so much silence so much not knowing

do you know how it feels

when you go from spending nights with someone

to absolutley nothing at all

to place them high up on this pedestal 

then realize one day it's too tall

to reach and to hold

so they jump and then you are told

that it's over for the while

as these feet stretch out into miles

and from miles into dead end streets

cross crowded rooms and empty sheets

take this finger take this thumb 

stretch them out to form a gun

point to the left side of my chest

just say bang then it's done