Calloused

We might have been, but now we're not
We might have known, but we forgot
No one can live like this, you know
No ones lives life

Are you prepared to be a joke without a punchline?
Living, caressing the world out key and time?
Ribs pressed like piano keys out of tune
You'd be ridiculous to think it's only you

There used to be an honesty there, now there's only pictures
Of you holding her hand as if to say, "Look I fixed her."

Feel around, tell me what you touch
Don't try and tell me this sensation is too much
Feel around, tell me what you touch
Don't try and tell me this sensation is too much