I am making all this noise
To avoid calling your name
It's a dilution of fears
A spurt of growth that's caused by pain
In my nightmares I am still there
In the house where I made ghosts
And I hate seeing your door
And I hate feeling you close
Because as close as you may get
You are still so far away
And I feel selfish that I
Just can't bring myself to watch you fade away
All this growth's sure to be the death of me...