These Walls

I don't understand you
Where'd you get the nerve to withdraw
From all that we had made here
All the roads we paved here
It's not, the picture we had painted
In the frames along the hallway

You don't want to talk it over
You don't want to see it my way
I can feel us growing older
As we're racing out the driveway

I'll just keep talking to these walls
'Cause they hear me
When you're not hearing me at all

I try to understand you
And where you got the nerve to give up
On all the words you graced me
With kindness, and embraced me
It's not, the scene that we imagined
Strolling through the grass

You don't want to talk it over
You don't want to see it my way
I can feel us growing older
As we're racing out the driveway

I'll just keep talking to these walls
'Cause they hear me
When you're not hearing me at all

Oh peeling paint, what have you seen?
How many tears, how very mean
I blush and cower, at the thought of your being
We've worsened the rot, encouraged your undoing
Brought forth the end, gave way to your ruining

If I just keep talking to these walls
'Cause they hear me
When you're not hearing me at all

If I just keep talking to these walls
'Cause they hear me
We will crumble while they fall