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Sometimes quiet and wrong for being so

So quiet the lips grow shut

While the floor boards of the stomach are growing dust

I don’t want to talk

Sometimes I want to stop

Somewhere pushing and pulling the air

I’m struggling downhill like an angry bear

To cancel the meeting

Because we already know what were doing

I already know what I’m doing

I don’t have a system for that

Could you be a little softer a little kinder

Maybe if I have a glass of water

Maybe if I spoke a little louder

Are you with me or are you sitting on your hands?

I know you know, no need to be accessing the damage

(Nobody knows how hard you are trying)