I'm not finding words that could
Greet my inner mind set
I'm eloquently in distress and
I'm eloquently such a mess and
I'm over things that help me fake
Some phony type of intellect
I'd creep and crawl right out my chair
And raise my hands in the air
Just to let you know that you're on my mind
And my heart can't swing that motion
But we can try to fake like friends
But we'll end up back the same I know it
And I'm not counting time yet
'Cause I'm young enough to waste it
I'm laughing at my lack of trust
And all I love and work so much
My pains expense my countenance is
Over driven, over working
I'm dumb enough to speak my mind
But smart enough to not let you know
That you're on my mind and you've been that way for a long time
And we can try to fake like friends
But we'll end up back the same I know it