Strangers

You've got a picture perfect selective memory
And you're looking at all your worst snapshots of me
I'm in some fucked up frame hung on your wall
And your front door slamming, sounding like a gavel fall
Prosecute the past for all I care
Plug me into your electric chair
Guess I was a fool when I believed
The message sent was the same one you received

We've come to this my dear
When you see me near

You avert your eyes like you're mesmerized by the floor
Turn your cold shoulders and I stand here ignored
We're right back where we started
Just two strangers like before
We don't have a future anymore

Communication lines are down
In a static sea all my words are drowned
All our tools have disappeared
There ain't no way we're ever gonna be repaired

It's come to this my dear
When you see me near

You avert your eyes like you're mesmerized by the floor
Turn your cold shoulders and I stand here ignored
We're right back where we started
Just two strangers like before
While you're closing each and every door
What was all the love that I gave you for?
We don't have a future anymore