I'm shouting just to shout,
or  I think I'm shouting for you to hear me.
I want to be loved but I don't want to force it,
I don't want to pry like a banker doing an audit.

I, I, I, am stuttering,
stuttering because no words seem right.
And you, you, you, are someone I can't fight.
I don't want to pressure so I'll just write it in a letter.

Maybe if I hide I'll feel so much better,
but I found my walls talking, and they are always bitter.
I should hide for now and try again later,
I can, I can test the water and try not to falter.  

My words come out wrong,
I talk too long,
I yell out of frustration,
and, and, and push you away in fear of inflation.

I will try and work things out,
I can't say I won't shout,
and I will pout,
but, but, but, baby I can't find the right route.