Feeble Words

I think I'm growing still I switch between perspectives I'm different than I was the moment right before this And still there's no doubt I'll change It's hard to communicate I think I'm growing still You cried to me before you could speak There's a method that never misses Tell me how you feel But do it with your eyes So, I can't work around those feeble words Instead, I'm forced to feel the same You're wearing what you wore the day we reconnected (and so was I) The way your lips contort is so unique to you (and always was) What are the odds that we would even exist at all? And as we do, we change The tears are 'cause I don't know how I feel There's a method that never misses Tell me how you feel (tell me how you feel) But do it with your eyes So, I can't work around those feeble words Instead, I'm forced to feel the same