Monochrome F.F.S.

Let's chalk it up to a simple communication breakdown
In one ear and out the other
Talk and talk why do I bother?
I don't wanna have to fight
But words don't leave a sense of change
Unless the conversation's getting physical
I hardly think you hear a thing.

Tired of screaming at the walls
But I refuse to concede
Tired of swinging at wall 'til my knuckles bleed
Fighting fucking sleep seven nights of the week
Somethings gotta give.

I don't have shit to say, let's call it a loss for words
Flashing lights, frenzied nights
All of us has been a blur
I don't want to have to leave, but if I stay you'll never change
Unless the conversation's getting physical
I hardly think you hear a thing.

Tired of screaming at the walls
But I refuse to concede
Tired of swinging at wall 'til my knuckles bleed
Fighting fucking sleep seven nights of the week
Somethings gotta give.

In a perfect world I wouldn't have to write these words
And happy ever after could be a thing.

But this is real not everything will glisten
Everyone you know will die
But every word can be rewritten.