Songs I Write | VIII

So Much Nothing

I sit in silence except for begging breaths of longing
Devoted relentlessly to overlooking wronging
Minutes left, I feel the sense to hold the ball instead of scoring
And you hate me for it, slumped on the side and scorning

There's so much I want to say
But nothing you'd want to hear anyway

I sit throwing childlike tantrums in my head, god forbid I acted on it
You see me sitting and ignore everything I look like I must be thinking
How could you have loved me so just to leave me alone and sinking?
While you pace back and forth on the matter, we run course, and I'm shattered, trying not to be caught blinking

There's so much I want to say
But nothing from my mouth escapes

There's so much I want to say
But nothing you'd let get to your brain
There's so much I feel's at stake
But nothing you affiliate yourself with anymore, it's all just so cliché

You throw yourself into business, at least one thing you try to make work
You throw me under buses to keep looking past it but one day you'll run out of turf
And look back with hurt
You'll have to deal with consequences like never before
And I hate to burst
The bubble but deal with consequences or you'll never learn
Be cursed to yearn
Then one day, you'll have much to say
But you'd have to deal with the consequences when it's your turn