Like ships in the night letting cannonballs fly Say what you mean and it turns to a fight Fists fly from my mouth as it turns south You're down the driveway I'm on the couch Chasing your dreams since the violent fifth grade Trying to believe in your silent own way Cause we'll be okay, I'm not going away Like you watching at fourteen as it went down the drain Your pops stayed the same and your moms moved away How many of our parents make it anyway We're just fumbling through the gray Trying to find a heart that's not walking away
Turn the lights down low Walk these halls alone We can feel so far From so close
