My mind is full of catacombs and cobwebs
Can you see the mustard in my ears?
Bits of sound that didn’t quite make it within me
Along with my runny nose and the words that tumble from my mouth
Like men leaping from skyscrapers regretting it the moment they did.
A vow of silence, i think I could handle it
Yet I speak so much, I think it’s to hear my own voice
And assure myself that I’m okay and give myself a break from my head.
I turn my mind off and my mouth on and this is how I make friends
that leave quickly.