All of This [Stripped]

I can't begin to explain
How we disassemble
The parts and frame
Maybe it's the same late morning?
The same no-show?
"It's the same fucking habits..."
I guess we don't know

All of this is tearing us apart
I don't know where us or this start
All of this is tearing us apart
I don't know where us or this start

If there's anyone near when we collide
We throw them in the middle
They can pick sides

As the plans turn into compromise
The promises all turn to lies
The spite builds up and I can't get through
Passive me, aggressive you
I know I nag, I moan I know
But with a plan like this it's way too slow
In the time it took to get this bad
I could've made this work but all I had
Was the hope that pieces would take shape
And we could watch them all fall into place
Fall into place

All of this is tearing us apart
I don't know where us or this start
All of this is tearing us apart
I don't know where us or this start