Even when you talk to me
You're not saying words
Your mouth runs until
Your lungs start to hurt
And after all is done
And all has happened
Something still is wrong
You're not happy
There's no use dwelling on what might have been
Take a look around at all that's happened
You don't want to talk to me
You just want something
Well, who has told you that?
It's such a beautiful day
Go up to the mic
Go home get some rest
