The Mess

There's nothing here but the distance
There's nothing here but the mess
If you'd have shut up you'd have heard it
You could have put it to rest
I am swelling and eager
I am the raging sea
I have had it up to here now
I'm so tired of your needs

And how does it feel to be on the fault-line?
And how do we heal now we're on the decline?
'Cause it's a hell of a long way to fall just to learn to get up
And I'm not gonna forgive you for all of the things that you've done

There's nothing here but indifference
There's nothing here but the stress
These walls are stained with your moments
Something you want to confess?
You at the point of attachment
And all the things you believe
There's nothing left in the place but a reason to leave

And how does it feel to be on the fault line?
And how do we heal now we're on the decline?
'Cause it's a hell of a long way to fall just to learn to get up
And I'm not gonna forgive you for all of the things that you've done