You washed away, down off of my hands
Your fortress, bold and made of such tiny sands
All crumbling into the sea
Kind of messing with what was left of me
Then you fell away, out onto her crystal thrones
They looked like your heart, made of some fragile stones
I asked and was ignored but she called and got an answer
Maybe that's what they call your shallow kind of cancer
And I've been sitting here lots
Thinking my fingertip thoughts
Can we please try a hand at this again
Because I never really understood that end
That "last" time, the one when we said this
If the kiss was or wasn't meant to miss
And there's a small catch in your voice now
And there's a lit match for your choice now
Might it be that you or I was kind of wrong and
Maybe we could give it another go; I will if you can
Perhaps it's not quite as easy as they say
Probably we're going to hate each other one day
And the people will tune in to hear us shout
Then tune down as we work some more stuff out
Since following the hate or the fight comes the aftermath
Unsteady love could equal our future, present and past
Not that the line is just that empty or simple
One that mechanically says we all need to live a little
But more than that, not by much, but by enough
The exact kind of thing, you and I don't usually think of
So, just maybe since we're given this sort of situation
You might also be looking for an affirmation
Of the sharp and beautiful thing that caused this confusion
Distorting a copied reality from an elastic delusion
And I've been sitting here lots
Thinking my fingertip thoughts
Can we please try a hand at this again
Because I never really understood that end
That "last" time, the one when we said this
If the kiss was or wasn't meant to miss
And there's a small catch in your voice now
And there's a lit match for your choice now
But my "I love you" is the only noise now