You let my silence get under your skin
the bitterness of how I'd look at anything but you
well pluck my strings
one by one I'll begin to sing again
I'm an untuned guitar
frayed and dusty, sitting in the corner
will you take me out and play
a sweet tune
a memory we both loved
no, it's not gone
it's not dead
it's sitting under a pile of regret
i can't be left alone anymore
and you hate being ignored
well the two of us would do better
if we both got out of our skin
and climbed into each others
till it felt more like home
than any other place we've ever known
i wish i could gather the courage
to tell you out loud
now when my silence is slowly
infecting your mind, your veins
that no matter how hard it seems
you make me feel more alive than i've ever felt or been
