You find your way to get through to me
Know that showing shades of decency
Won't wash the canvas clean
I know you're better than what you've become

Feed me excuses
While I hang on your every word
I've let my tongue slip
Enough to fall victim to your concerns
Where you prey on my insecurities
And try to lay the blame on me
Left overthinking my anxiety
While you are sound asleep

It's agony
To sit and ponder all the times I've done you wrong
Disregard my situation
Expectant of my time and attention

You find your way to get through to me
Know that showing shades of decency
Won't wash the canvas clean (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
I know you're better than what you've become
A ghost of all I've known
Of you from June three years ago
This isn't healthy
Take some time to think how time has changed you

Yet I remain so taciturn
'Cause I fail to forge these thoughts out into words
You've known me long enough to see I often choke under my nerves
You have the nerve to say you miss me

I feel so distant, so intrusive
When I try to rebuild bridges
One word responses only confirm my suspicions
That I've lost all of your interest
Was I even worth your consideration?

You find your way to get through to me
Know that showing shades of decency
Won't wash the canvas clean (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
I know you're better than what you've become
A ghost of all I've known
Of you from June three years ago
This isn't healthy
Take some time to think how time has changed you

You've dulled your heart
With the fumes that filled your lungs
Gather your thoughts
Don't forget the ones who've
Been there through darkest times
Through outpatient hospital nights
As acquiescent and accepting as I'll ever be

But you can't lead me on)
(No, you can't lead me on)
You fall in love where you find comfort
(But you can't lead me on)
A failsafe for your misjudgement
(But you can't lead me on)
So quick to cut all connection (Quick to cut off)
When there's nothing left to gain
Crystal clear with your intentions (Smoke and mirrors)
Smoke and mirrors won't hide a thing
Friendship dependent on a ten pound note (Friendship and currency)
And rooms flooded with haze
Pastime evolved into a problem
And I can't not care