I can't even think of what to write at the moment
I don't have anybody to write for
None of my feelings can be described by words
Because they're feelings
Not tangible English.
There's thunder rumbling in the distance
And a football game blaring on the TV
But why is it that I still feel like a stranger
To even myself
After I've grown up with the same sounds my whole life
I guess I can't hear a comforting voice
Whispering through text messages anymore
I'm too picky about who I want to love
About who I want to love me
Even though I scramble for a touch when it's given
I can think of a million peoples' faces who I want to love
But they don't consist of who they used to
It doesn't consist of two anymore.