The melodies are louder than my speakers.
A sweetness upon the breath floats through the unseen tense air.
Her body sways and falters.
She doesn't notice that my hands are shaking.
That the toxins alter the way that she'll care.
Why do I need to use banners?
How can she not see our hearts pounding?
The melodies are louder than my speakers.
They release shouts and cackle to each other.
They announce mental illness.
The letters jumble in my limbs.
A tension is rising in your author.
You can't write between business.
So, put your earbuds in, stay out of their synonyms.
The melodies are louder than my speakers.
When the two pink beams sound, she cowers.
At least her mind does, her heart leaps.
But she must stay quiet.
They don't drink the liquid of metallic flowers.
So there is noise, but who cares if there are beeps?
You must stay close to etiquette.
The melodies are louder than my speakers.
If you speak out, they will yell.
They will defend.
For, once you speak up, you're no longer easy.
You worry too much, you must stop the ringing bell.
Though, you know it's okay to offend
Those who make you queasy.
The melodies are louder than my speakers.
