A Lack Of Things To Talk About
I Called You Today
I Must Have Called You A Hundred Times
The Sea Of Noise Is A Ringing In My
Ear As My Lips Conceal Secrets
Things I Could Never Tell, God
I Can't Die These Little Deaths
Not Again, As The Moths Eat
Away The Fabric Of My Stomach
This Is Just A Bit To Familiar
This Beautiful Lie,
This One Fraudulent Crime
And You Won't Answer Anyway
Cause I Know If You Ever Die
I Would Have
A Lack Of Things To Talk About
Or I'd Just Lie