You know me better enough by now
How I solemnly love the art form of wording
And I'm psychologically bound to overshare
So this word count on my texts to you is physically hurting
I want to speak up and speak aloud
Call you up, profess my love or cuss you out
I want to scream, I want to whisper, I want you to hear
Want to express my deepest condolences and how it's my fear
You know me better enough by now
Still, I feel inexplicable itches to convince you it's different
Know I'm a stress, know you're a mess, know that together it's hard to digest
Still, I must confess I'd keep indulging, insist there's unprecedented progress
I want to speak up and speak aloud
Call you up, profess my love or cuss you out
I want to scream, I want to whisper, I want you to hear
Want to express my deepest condolences and how it's my fear
You must know that
But from the looks of it, I'm well convinced
You must've never known me at all
Surely, or how could you leave me like this?
I want to speak up and speak aloud
Call you up, profess my love or cuss you out
I want to scream, I want to whisper, I want you to hear
Want to express my deepest condolences and how it's my fear
You must know that
But from the looks of it, I'm well convinced
You must've never known me at all
Surely, or how could you leave me like this?
YOU ARE READING
Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
