those nights disappeared like words written in the sand   and we think it makes us better off   and then we laughed about the loss      but there's a thousand miles of pavement between you and I   I'd drive another hour just to get me home tonight   but you don't have the eyes to see   the writing on the wall that says I'm sorry      you can't say a word tonight, the stars have got you hypnotized   spit out all those lies before you choke on them   it's not to late to make amends, when all our lives turn to quicksand      frustration, so tired, things don't seem better   after all frustration, so tired, things don't seem better off   at all can't you see it's killing me