Because You're Sick Of Listening

And you're not here,
because you're sick of listening.
You tried to calm my fears,
but my face is still glistening
and I can taste my tears,
and I can feel you distancing.

Well you take and you take,
but mostly you give.
And me, well, I just want to live,
And I regret.

My apology is taking all your pictures down.
And my apology is trying to learn not to drown.
Well, my apology is giving back all your clothes.
My apology is burning every thorn-ed rose.
Oh, my apology
is slamming the door closed.

Well it hurts, and it stings,
but I try to live.
And you, well, you just won't give in.
And you're not here.
Because you're sick of listening.