Lyrics

You push back your hair
Stir your coffee, taste the spoon
You say you're trying to be fair
And it's not that you don't care
But you're immune

Your extroverted eyes
Could lead someone to assume
But something in me dies
When you say you sympathize
But you're immune

For seven weeks you wrote the
history of you and me
Untangling tapestries of thorn and rose
All alone you made us simple once again
Reducing us to friends
You drew the curtain closed

You blow a kiss goodnight
I breathe the last of your perfume
I won't say that you're not right
Because I can't begin to fight
When you're composed as a symphony
Armored in apathy
So far away from me in your cocoon
You're immune