What the hell happened to "out of sight, out of mind" I never left the room but your eyes are good as blind Keep you at arm's length Don't get too close I want so badly the strength To let you know before you go I'm sick to death Of fading as a longing And I wish that were true Yeah, sure I'll see you around when you come Oh, and I'm sure You'll be busy by the sound of The way you hesitate When you say you'll back one day Okay Seriously? Keep you at arm's length Don't get too close I want so badly the strength To let you know before you go I'm sick to death Of fading as a longing And I wish that were true I'm bleeding through With no sense of belonging Could use a hand or two I'm sick to death And I wish that were true