The busy don't have time for tears   I'm so miserable without them   It's almost like they are here   I guess I picked the wrong week to start storming out   My roof falls to the ground      As seconds turn too blue for my blood   I can see it on your face   It's almost like I've displaced every single nerve   Pinches to unearth, those rotten words      Every thought just leads to you   Like winding roads to beaches   And every word I send your way   You feed it to the leeches      Why don't you just get it?   Can't you get it?   Call your bluff, I've had enough   Don't give up      I'm married to my work and there's no place   For a hungry heart like yours   And a temper I never quite tamed   Like sugar our bonds once pure now have dissolved      Every thought just leads to you   Like winding roads to beaches   And every word I send your way   You feed it to the leeches      Why don't you just get it?   Can't you get it?   Call your bluff, I've had enough   Don't give up on      All the picture frames we filled   For you and I, I'll make the world stand still      Every thought just leads to you   Like winding roads to beaches   And every word I send your way   You feed it to the leeches      Why don't you just get it?   Can't you get it?   Call your bluff, I've had enough   Don't give up