Talked Out

I plunge my hands into my own grave
And draw you pictures with the dirt
Dip your hands into the water
And wash my hands clean
There's nothing to say here now
There's nothing I want to tell you
The mud you've made with my pain
The mess you made to walk away
There are things we don't say now
These are the hard lessons we have to learn
So that we can go on killing each other
I just close my eyes so I won't see
All the things that are just out of reach
Don't try to talk me down from here
The more of me I see in you
The less faith I have in us
I can't breathe you across this distance
I'm choking here
I'm out of breath
This place doesn't feel like home
You needed to get a grip
I just happened to be in your fist