7 Years Bad LuckOut Of Focus

you're out of focus, you've lost control
you won't pick up the phone
you'll just stare at the crack in the wall
and you'll be taping your broken bones
there's no point in hiding
when there's no one left at all

and you say I'm an expert in what to do
when all your friends have turned their backs on you
I'm out of focus, I've lost control
I won't pick up the phone
I'll just stare at the crack in the wall
and I'll be taping my broken bones
I found a photograph today
of a time when we would say:

"we can never grow apart!"
it only took a broken wing on a sunny day in spring
that no one will remember
I'd always thought we were better than this.
we never fell asleep before the morning lights
when I woke up in the afternoon you had walked away