Trash Talk - 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**ing sleep seven nights of the week Somethings gotta give I don't have sh** 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**ing 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 But this is real not everything will glisten Everyone you know will die But every word can be rewritten