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