I'll write with my hands
When I can barely stand
The sound of my voice at the door
Try to keep my sanity right
I'm pulling at straws
Guess jaws get locked
We try to talk
I can't get my point
Drag feet at the lake
Small talk I'm a fake
Words they click and then defrost away
Words are everything
They're not anything
Hope you hear something
I just can't say
My teeth fall out on the phone
I cannot feel
the steering wheel
The psycho
Peel me back away from who I am
You like the clouds
That come out my mouth
I drove it south
And never said what I think about
Drag feet at the lake
Small talk I'm a fake
Words they click and then defrost away
Words are everything
They're not anything
Hope you hear something
I just can't say
My teeth fall out on the phone
My teeth fall out on the phone
My teeth fall out on the phone
Drag feet at the lake
Small talk I'm a fake
Words they click and then defrost away
Words are everything
They're not anything
Hope you hear something
I just can't say
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