Each time you push, I pull back;   running away as if under attack.   When all you are doing is reaching your hand-   Trying to understand.      In the silence surrounding our bated breath,   nervous hearts pound inside of our chests.   Even our eyes don't reveal much,   they're locked on the floor and that alone says enough      'Cause we're on the fault line between rise and fall;   balancing between giving nothing or all.   Waiting to decide which way is best,   To put this silence between us to rest   To put it to rest.      This isn't about who's to blame,   But we can't carry on and on this way.   So the more space we give, the more room to grow,   and it breaks my heart to have to let you go.      I'm not trying to drive you away.   I'm not trying to convince you to stay.   I'm just trying to give us some time   to ask ourselves why.