From the other room
I hear the squeaking of your chair
Cutting through the static
That sits right between my ears

Breathing awfully loud from way over there
I tick a little faster with every inhale

Better late than never
Best if not at all
Keep tripping on the foot you leave
Sticking out the hall

Spinning the rotary with no one to call
Nothing ever changes, just the packages they come

(Woah)
Do you hear her?
Shuffling her feet
(Woah)
Can you see her?
Avoiding your reach
(Woah)
Do you know her?
What’s in a name?
(Woah)
Can you feel her?
Pulling away

Better late than never
Best if not at all
Keep tripping on the foot you leave
Sticking out the hall
When we talk about the weather
I’d rather not at all
Can’t distract from the pressure
Building up between these walls