Back Burner - IDA

This doesn’t have to end

But it should

We used to help each other out

Now it doesn’t feel good

So go back to your room

And hide with your cellophane

All twisted up in two

Like Caliban you’ve seen it all

Without language to use

The phonecalls stopped

The letters, too

Maybe we passed on the street

Pretended we never knew

It might be worth the effort

But we don’t have the time

Or the will to intrude

Sooner or later you have to choose

Between one set of lies and another

It’s nothing new

But like it or not

There’s part of me in you

I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again

And there’s one thing I’ll never understand

It’s like the words that we said

Rolled over to play dead

And we kissed them goodbye

And never questioned why