The Rest Is Silent

all i needed was a way i could send intentions your way, but silence is now my only friend. am i only here to prove that i'm still not listening? you brought this one down with only a word, the feeling's still missing. you'll go on pretending it's all your fault. that way i could bring myself down; that way i can't let it all out. so how will i know you're not pretending when you say "i love how you keep me alive this way?" i'll still find a way to say i'm so enthusiastically afraid of each and every little thing you say. still sometimes i can't go your way, sometimes it's just not your day, sometimes i can't take you everywhere. sometimes i can't hear the words in the sky or see the tears that fall from your eye. "you're so beautiful when you won't tell me what's on your mind." there is only a million and one ways to say that i've fucked it all up again and i'll always be sorry.