you're out of focus, you've lost control you won't pick up the phone you'll just stare at the crack in the wall and you'll be taping your broken bones there's no point in hiding when there's no one left at all and you say I'm an expert in what to do when all your friends have turned their backs on you I'm out of focus, I've lost control I won't pick up the phone I'll just stare at the crack in the wall and I'll be taping my broken bones I found a photograph today of a time when we would say: "we can never grow apart!" it only took a broken wing on a sunny day in spring that no one will remember I'd always thought we were better than this. we never fell asleep before the morning lights when I woke up in the afternoon you had walked away