Ur Name On a Grain Of Rice

I should have said so much to you

Which is lame but maybe kind of nice

Like scratchoffs in a birthday card

Or your name on a grain of rice

And I've been sick since seventh grade

And it's not terrible but it's too long

And we still talk but now it's changed

Does it hurt more to just move on?

Maybe I loved you

Or maybe I wanted to

See something through

Just 'cause I never do

And I should call but I'm afraid

Of what you're gonna say

Notice all the ways I've changed

And all the ways I've stayed the same

And I hate talking on the phone

Because my speaking voice is boring

And I can't stand to be alone

'cause it's so easy to ignore me

I'm shouting it now 'cause I can't write it down

I let it pour out from the sides of my mouth

All sequined and stoned sucking in through my teeth

I'm taking it home with me, still learning to speak