There's a wall of silence where your voice should be
Are you losing your mind?
Bricks and stone as a replacement for your honesty
I begin to wonder if I'm losing mine
Only room for one of us at a time

And so I struggled with the notion, like you knew I would
Because it's easier said than it's done
Now there's the outline of a painting in the place you stood
But all the colours that were there fade to none

Word it any way you want, write it on a page, carve it into your skin
Give in
To the voice of reason weighing down on you
It's a heavy price to pay to feel fine
Only room for one of us at a time

So if it seems insincere
I'll try harder to adhere
When the colours reappear
I'll be glad that you're still here