Cross Crowded Rooms

cross crowded rooms we take our standhere in my corner aloneI'll draw up my planscross crowded rooms we stake our claimsyou take away all of these peopleonly bitterness remainsand I just can't understandthis lack of communicationso much silence so much not knowingdo you know how it feelswhen you go from spending nights with someoneto absolutley nothing at allto place them high up on this pedestalthen realize one day it's too tallto reach and to holdso they jump and then you are toldthat it's over for the whileas these feet stretch out into milesand from miles into dead end streetscross crowded rooms and empty sheetstake this finger take this thumbstretch them out to form a gunpoint to the left side of my chestjust say bang then it's done