Pick me up and put me back down

Is talking just the consequence of knowing what to say?

I am on the other side now

Sending every colour back in different shades of grey

I was not supposed to stay long

But I couldn’t hear it coming so I must’ve missed the train

Took the long way from the station

To piece it all together, some unforgiving gain

And I know, it’s inordinary I know

That the house will still burn down

It’s so impossible to reach you

Pick me up and put me back down