what I meant to say
is that I didn't mean to say
the things I said
cornered, cut and rolled
and going mouthful mad
with things I never said to you
all this time
all these words
and I'm not even close
what I thought I said
was that I didn't think to say
the things I thought
summer sight and mind
I count to ten inside
and lie a whitish lie again
all this time
all these words
and still I'm going 'round
a thousand yards out
cut me in half to read
the words running red through me
cut me in half to free
the tumours and memories
all this time
all these words
what else can I say?
what else can I say?
all this time
all these words
and still I haven't said
what I meant to say