Jazz Songtext

Right up here, feel what I'm pointing to
Right up here, come close inside
Forced to believe that your not listening
Silent again as you push against the handle
A desire pokes through the warmness in our skin
Forced to believe you won't answer me
At least that's how it is
And I wish you could feel just how you make me feel
Rather than put it back together, we can sit and watch it crumble
That's not the answer I was looking for