Far Away From Close - Butch Walker

I was set up from the get-up, and I drove the wrong way home

Into your eyes of blue, yeah I could barely take my mind off you

So you set it, then you let it, slowly take the life from you

Getting so high from the fumes, of a burned out so-called you

And I feel so far away from close to you and maybe…

We could try to find a way to walk right through

The plastic wall between my heart and you

You were faking, I’d mistaken, you for someone I once knew

Into the ring I flew, like a wrestler falls on cue

Can you show me?

Please show me.

why it all went down in flames

Was it 'cause I made it through, and you were just too fucked up to?

And I feel so far away from close to you, and maybe…

We could finally find a way to walk right through

The plastic wall between my heart and you

Head is stinging, phone is ringing

Words just burnin' right on my tongue

Please put up the magazine

I’m burning up like gasoline

I’m all alone on the phone

So baby won’t you please pick up?

(Won't you please pick up?)

I was set up, from the get-up

Won’t you please pick up the phone?

I feel so far away from close to you, and baby

All I wanted was to see you walk right through

And I feel so far away from close to you and baby

We can finally find a way to walk right through

The plastic wall between my heart and.

Between my heart and you