Unning in and out of breath Stained skin and teeth too red Incessant slamming in the tongue God forbid I spend the one night alone Out to the parking lot Stumbling towards my apartment Press you close against the screen door Close enough to feel underneath your clothes
You over compensate For your own inexperience Don’t underestimate Oh, my fear of getting caught
So many words, so many words So many you can't believe So many words, so many words So many stuck at sea
On the second story of your suburban home Mom’s asleep just two doors down Funny how when stuck at sea Things are never the way they seem Clouds take the shape of gloves Reaching over the flames at dusk Missing clips in your consciousness Exact as if I don’t exist
You overcompensate For your own inexperience Don’t underestimate Oh, my fear of getting caught
So many words, so many words So many you can't believe So many words, so many words So many you stuck at sea
Fell for repetition of my way The lack of apprehension That one day
So many words, so many words So many you can't believe So many words, so many words So many you can't believe
This will end eventually
Keep burning my fingers In attempt to rekindle the flame The match is so flimsy And the wind just annuls her name So I pull out the garments that will press between us On the dream this evening you refer to in disgust
So many words, so many words So many you cant believe So many words, so many words So many stuck at sea x3
Compositor: Jarrod Evan Gorbel ECAD: Obra #2471567