Eight weeks now that we've been gonenAn awkward lag in place of conversationnOur frame of reference is skewed beyond distancenYou don't ask but I still tellnDeflated tales of this week's latest thrillsnMy running obsession that you never questionnNo common ground except this spacenYou're beaten down and I am trying to relatenWhat sounds like indifference, adjustment of mind setnYou live in life, I live in dreamsnCoasting on this distorted idea of realitynYou see pure intentions so you never questionnnIn this booth distance growsnWith this call's broken flownnI'd call it off for you, all would not be the samenIf I had to choosenJust don't ask me tonPart of me would erase a part of younI'd call it off for you, I would changenBut some resentment might show throughnJust don't ask me tonPart of me would erase a part of younnI could be faceless there with younIf you could face me there half fullnI'd call it off for younAll would not be the samenIf I had to choosenJust don't ask me tonPart of me would erase a part of younI'd call it off for you, I would changenBut some resentment might show throughnJust don't ask me tonA part of me would erase a part of you