Got a word stuck behind your tongue
a sentence chippin' at your tooth
and I'm sitting here wonderin' what you have to lose

we're suffocating on
fruition stuck to pause
jaw grittin', head-splitting, complicating it until we rot

I wonder where you're at
perhaps you wonder too
I've learned the hard way that what ya say isn't always true

so suffocate me good
stuff it under things you should
and I'll be here
mere sightseer
collecting glass and driftwood

the ocean swells inside
a storm you cannot hide
we stand at command
desperate to find our pride

is it so crucial?
to feel important and useful?
what makes you tick? what makes you sick?
Does it matter if we remain truthful?

There is loss and gain
my indulgence abstained
I hope you look at me
and finally come to see
I'm more than flesh and vein