I used to know my place was a spot next to you, now I'm searching the room for an empty seat,

               cause lately I don't even know what page you're on.

A simple complication, miscommunications lead to fall out.

 So many things that I wish you knew, so many walls up that I can't break through. Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking 

and I'm dying to know, is it killing you like it's killing me?