Space Between

No pain ever quite so replete As that which we allow to steep In the silent space between us As tips sprawl out over upholstery but fail to meet We paint a vivid portrait of accismus Who are you in other rooms? When I'm not there, does it still hurt the same? Can we talk? Is it too soon? Do you think that you'll ever look at me that way again? Pace the floor of this vacant house No sense left in speaking God, it feels so weak To avert my eyes from your indifference Strike a match-up of this friction Light me up just like you used to Who are you in other rooms? When I'm not there, does it still hurt the same? Can we talk? Is it too soon? Do you think that you'll ever look at me That way again? And now you bite your tongue And you call it love But you know it won't go back to the way it was So why would you beg me to stay Then resent me because I've changed?