Hannah Miller you don t call

you don't call me anymore and thats fine
you don't know whats wrong its all right
we took down all the mirrors
boarded up for the winter freeze
I can't slam any doors cause they're closed
I can't jump from a ledge this low
I just stare at the fire I feel desire warm
I wish we could go back
but its no good all that
was there is gone
we don't talk we don't try we don't cry
we don't swear we don't fight we don't bark we don't bite