These Walls

I don't understand you Where'd you get the nerve to withdraw From all that we had made here All the roads we paved here It's not, the picture we had painted In the frames along the hallway You don't want to talk it over You don't want to see it my way I can feel us growing older As we're racing out the driveway I'll just keep talking to these walls 'Cause they hear me When you're not hearing me at all I try to understand you And where you got the nerve to give up On all the words you graced me With kindness, and embraced me It's not, the scene that we imagined Strolling through the grass You don't want to talk it over You don't want to see it my way I can feel us growing older As we're racing out the driveway I'll just keep talking to these walls 'Cause they hear me When you're not hearing me at all Oh peeling paint, what have you seen? How many tears, how very mean I blush and cower, at the thought of your being We've worsened the rot, encouraged your undoing Brought forth the end, gave way to your ruining If I just keep talking to these walls 'Cause they hear me When you're not hearing me at all If I just keep talking to these walls 'Cause they hear me We will crumble while they fall