Monochrome / F.F.S. lyrics

Let's chalk it up to a simple communication breakdown
In one ear and out the other
Talk and talk why do I bother?
I don't wanna have to fight
But words don't leave a sense of change
Unless the conversation's getting physical
I hardly think you hear a thing

Tired of screaming at the walls but I refuse to concede
Tired of swinging at wall 'til my knuckles bleed
Fighting f*cking sleep seven nights of the week
Somethings gotta give

I don't have sh*t to say, let's call it a loss for words
Flashing lights, frenzied nights
All of us has been a blur
I don't want to have to leave, but if I stay you'll never change
Unless the conversation's getting physical
I hardly think you hear a thing

Tired of screaming at the walls, but I refuse to concede
Tired of swinging at wall 'til my knuckles bleed
Fighting f*cking sleep seven nights of the week
Somethings gotta give

In a perfect world I wouldn't have to write these words
And happy ever after could be a thing