Salt can burn, dear.  It can burn like a fire.
But I’ll sift through the ashes you’ve left on the pyre
And we’ll see if there’s substance or something to do
Because, yes, salt can burn, but can’t it heal too?

I can feel fear for you when it’s working both ways
When I feign so invested I can’t feel the pain
Try to make myself matter; try to make myself care
But when you beg me not to, I rest hardly there.

I can’t tell; I can’t grasp; you hold emotion back
You should push me away - are you too weak for that?
Hold me at arms length or stop all I think
Are you ******* with me?  Am I ******* with me?

‘Cause I feel disconnected but I know I might die
If you break our contact or can’t meet my eye
If there’s any doubt then should we find out?
What happens when I’m right?