Making Up Words

Slow down we can talk it out

We'll back-track, relax and track it down

How I carve out a space for this

To hold a job and have a hobby that’s expensive as it is

My neighbors all complain about the noise I make

I piped down and I haven't made a peep though

But I've found my voice in this random noise

So sit back now and welcome to the peep show

I've been making up words

At the top of my lungs

At the tip of my tongue

Ease up, and leave me some

I've been making up words

'Cause there aren't anymore

Untwist from the sounds of it

I've missed half the point but I got the gist, no I

Now I know what my next step is

Find the perfect words if they exist

Is it words for love? Is it words for pain?

And do I stop when they sound the same

Or is it better that I pander to people who will listen

Or do I pivot, go 180, just to prove I can be different?

I've been making up words

At the top of my lungs

At the tip of my tongue

Ease up, and leave me some

I've been making up words

'Cause there aren't anymore

Refresh, give me time to rest

To recharge my search for a sound that's fresh

I don't mean to be so down or pessimistic

Like an ivy on my skin I can't resist the urge to itch

With a simple little hobby all I do is stitch together

Clever words and sounds, record, promote design and finally pitch it

And I'm like: Please share, please like and subscribe

But all I want to do is leave this unrelated stuff behind

But at the same time, I want to reach a million people

Now I'm feeling like a thousands out of reach if I don't keep up

With the trending times, a brand new state

A new bandwagon with some new paint, well here's my new way

Maybe I'm not trending up on Twitter

And the only one's I'll reach will be my mom and baby sister

Maybe I'm not bound for money or fame

But my music wouldn't fit inside a status or a hash-tag!

I've been making up words

At the top of my lungs

At the tip of my tongue

Ease up, and leave me some

I've been making up words

'Cause there aren't anymore

I've been making up words

At the top of my lungs

At the tip of my tongue

Ease up, and leave me some

I'll plagiarize the chorus from the beating in my chest

I'll take my inspiration from the cadence of my breath

I'm searching for a rhythm in the cracking of my knuckles

They asked me for a title, said I'm torn between a couple

Taking aim and aiming up, its second nature, off the cuff

I'm vaguely masquerading and I'm faking that I'm brave enough

I'm shakin' up the achey stuff, I'm waking all the neighbors up

There ain't enough to waste it cuz I'm savin up and makin' up words