when did it start?

there's something wrong,
something I can't put my finger on,
a slight difference in demeanor,

I felt ya pull back, get a little withdrawn
yeah, it's so uncouth to be outspoken,
in a world of introverted, trivial speculation
anything to avoid confrontation

not caring who is hurt in the long run

no verbal expression, it's all guesswork,
you're either in or out, very roundabout,
anti-what yer preachin', I'm calling a foul,
so snap this thought, let's say it's the fourth down,
it's not too hard to see punting became your routine,
when backed into a corner, I've learned your game by now

it's easier to distance ourselves
than engage in a little communication,
let it rot on the shelf,
where it's hidden but not forgotten,
affecting all around it,
disappearing in it's own corruption,
'til ya can't recognize a damn thing,
so yer left making assumptions,
stories riddled with plot holes
characters left undeveloped and dull,
and ya ask yourself, "what the hell was this all for?"
no more revelations, yer completely lost,
tuned into the wrong station, still payin' the cost
carrying that weight around, ya can't seem to settle down
or shake this feeling that something might be off
just ask yourself,
"when did it start?"