Arm's Length - Attic Salt

Wake up, friend

It’s time to leave

I made the call, your car is downstairs waiting

Pick up your shirt

Your phone and keys

I watch your arms as they fill up your sleeves

Is that where you used to wear your heart?

For a second there I tried to care

I didn’t know how to start

So I’ll keep you at arm’s length

Arm’s length

You’ll never get inside

You wouldn’t like what you’d find anyway

You’ll stay at arm’s length

Arm’s length

So that we can be

Close enough to touch, but too far to feel a thing

Clothes on the floor, it’s not much of a home

It doesn’t bother you when you live alone

Dirty dishes still in the sink

I smell your perfume all over my sheets

Is that where you used to leave your heart?

For a second there I tried to care

I didn’t know how to start

So I’ll keep you at arm’s length

Arm’s length

You’ll never get inside

You wouldn’t like what you’d find anyway

You’ll stay at arm’s length

Arm’s length

So that we can be

Close enough to touch, but too far to feel a thing

But too far to feel a thing

But too far to feel a thing