Finger Eleven

Quietly thinking to myself
Sharing half our mind instead of none
The shakings just begun
The pleasantries are gone,
This sad exchange pleased neither one of us
So we finally gave up
Meanings tend to give out
The Time was gone to act out
this living torture, living torture
No talking When I want you to Listen
No talking cos it's Living torture, Living torture
Don't know why, don't know why, we can't stand aside
(I don't want your many faces
we don't see right)
If I had known back then
Whatever I know now
I'd think I'd have answers but I don't know why
So we finally gave up
The Meanings tend to give out
The Time was gone to act out