Maybe if I could speak
as well as I write
I wouldn't have to quickly
get out of your sight

If I could turn the thoughts
that I have in my head
and string them into
some sort of viable vocal thread

I know what I want to say
but the thoughts go through a shredder
and come out of my mouth
like some sort of garbage spreader

so I keep my words short
when I'm talking to you
and hope that my love
will always shine through