Home for the weekend, stalling for time at the station
Driving through memories that lead me right up to the door
Throw my keys on the table. We struggle to make conversation
Time frozen still in the spotlight. We wait for the curtains to fall
Is it too late?
Sitting like statues at opposite ends of the table
Waiting for one of us to look up and say something
Like the cracks in the walls, our problems are swollen in silence
Still, the storm holds its ground in a desperate act of defiance
Is it too late?
We don't even bother to argue
Trapped in a voiceless quarrel
No emotion
Is it too soon?
To give up and walk away slowly
Or are we too far broken
To chase after dreams?
So tired. There's only so many times
So tired. There's only so many times
We can fall on our pride while we try to decide who is right
We can drink to distraction but nothing can numb all those lies
If we give up this fight, we've already lost everything
So we hold back the tears and act as though nothing is wrong
Is it too late?
We don't even bother to argue
Trapped in a voiceless quarrel
No emotion
Is it too soon?
To give up and walk away slowly
Or are we too far broken
To chase after dreams?
So tired. There's only so many times
So tired. There's only so many times
Is it too late?
We don't even bother to argue
Trapped in a voiceless quarrel
No emotion
Is it too soon?
To give up and walk away slowly
Or are we too far broken
To chase after dreams?
So tired. There's only so many times