Sometimes quiet and wrong for being so So quiet the lips grow shut While the floor boards of the stomach are growing dust I don’t want to talk Sometimes I want to stop Somewhere pushing and pulling the air I’m struggling downhill like an angry bear To cancel the meeting Because we already know what were doing I already know what I’m doing I don’t have a system for that Could you be a little softer a little kinder Maybe if I have a glass of water Maybe if I spoke a little louder Are you with me or are you sitting on your hands? I know you know, no need to be accessing the damage (Nobody knows how hard you are trying)