YOU ARE WRONG,
YOU ARE DEAD-WRONG
YOU ARE THE DEAD-END OF MY STREET
AND MAYBE THAT DOESN'T MAKE
SENSE TO YOU BUT IT DOES TO ME

AND YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE ME BUT I AM TELLING THE TRUTH
BUT I'M NOT JUST TELLING, I'M YELLING, I'M YELLING, I'M SCREAMING,
WHY CAN'T YOU HEAR ME, AND

MY THOUGHTS ARE NEVER BEAUTIFUL ENOUGH,
I WISH YOU COULD FEEL THEM

I'VE NEVER STARTED A MORNING
CRYING

I NEVER CRIED WHEN I WAS A BABY,
A NEWBORN MADE TO BREAK THE SILENCE,
AND I NEVER DID

THAT'S WHAT BABIES ARE FOR,
THEY'RE PRODUCTS OF SEX AND MAYBE LOVE
BUT THEY JUST MAKE IT SO YOUR HOUSE ISN'T SO DEATHLY STILL ALL THE FUCKING TIME

I WOKE UP WITH FOUR TEXTS IN MY BED
I READ THEM WITH A BLANK, SLEEPING EXPRESSION

AND I CRIED, I FUCKING CRIED,
CAN YOU SEE YOU'RE IMPORTANT, CAN YOU HEAR ME,

CAN YOU HEAR ME?