It's such a fine line that keeps us apart
And guilt makes it so hard to cross.
And fine lines are drawn with magnets and tar
To keep us from getting too close.

And how much can you ask for before I start letting you down?
And how much can you hope for when ripe cold compassion is all you ever show?

Your words took a dive into cheap old truth
Our friendship so easily lost.
Though I felt bad and never replied,
That isn't what scares me the most.

And how much can you ask for before I start letting you down?
And how much can you hope for when ripe cold compassion is all you ever show?
And how much can you ask for before I start letting you down?
And how much can you hope for when ripe cold compassion is all you ever show?