Cross Crowded Rooms

Cross crowded rooms we take our stand. Here in my corner alone I'll draw up my plans. Cross crowded rooms we stake our claims. You take away all of these people only bitterness remains. And I just can't understand this lack of communication. So much silence so much not knowing. Do you know, know how it feels when you go from spending nights with someone to absolutley nothing at all. To place them high up on this pedestal then realize one day it's too tall. To reach and to hold. So they jump and then you are told that it's over for the while as these feet stretch out into miles, and from miles into dead end streets. Cross crowded rooms and empty sheets. Take this finger take this thumb, stretch them out to form a gun. Point to the left side of my chest, just say "bang!" then it's done.