Twelve Tribes

It's hard enough to pretend
That this quasi-cosmetic
Relationship's immune system is automatic
I've been so tragically fooled
Into believing that time is healing our wounds
While the remedy is looking at me looking at you
Pictures won't get me though this
Phone calls only make things worse
Permanent rescue from excuses better left unsaid
You hide your heart behind the thought of each sentence
Pictures won't get me through this
Phone calls only make things worse
You try to make it easier
But it won't stop me
What did you say
When it was already too late
What did you say
It's not what you think