Built Without Hands - Long Distance Calling

«Fuck you pretty boy

Nothing you say matters

Every time you laugh I cringe

I’ve heard your self-contained, conceited alibis

Your fatal little corrections never hold up

I know where you live and I know who you love

So completely unaware we pass the blame

See no shame, see no wrong, feel no Earth beneath me

So eager to display these well groomed sensitivities

Endlessly entangled in shallow escapes

This perfect pitch to sell it swiftly

Tragically pathetic safety»

Which part of this is me

Which part is who I want to be

Which part is where I belong in it all

How can I make it closer

How can I reach inside

To separate the pieces…

I have come to understand there’s something more

I only want some of your sweetness

I come to my senses

Hoping for something I guess

If only I had the courage I seek

The pieces have come down again

Shadow of star’s light

Swallow me