Pace and Pitch

Quiet room Between busy roads I remember Us painting these walls Pour oblivion on my skin Pour it You said she's all that you need Like an outgrown dream Still the neighbors Are rushing to catch the bus And the kids Keep growing out of their clothes 3 am And I'm wide awake Your side of the bed Is even colder than when you're there 'Cause you're with her And you say its definite You talk like there was no us It's kind of true it was all you, you, you Still the neighbors Are rushing to catch the bus And the kids Keep growing out of their clothes And the radio Plays the same songs But the pace and the pitch is different But the pace and the pitch is different I swear, the pace and the pitch is different