Did alot of talking when I didn't know how,
I think its about time that I take a listen now,
I use to always think that I was nothing but right,
But now i know I need some silence in life,
Quiet in my mind, quiet in my heart,
Quieting my mouth was the easiest part,
While always speaking I heard nothing new,
So mistakenly I did all I thought I could do,
That was farthest from true and now I know
I've much more to see and alot less to show,
I was tired of here I wanted over there,
I always complained that the world wasn't fair,
Only now after pain can I finally see,
I was always right where I needed to be,
I couldn't wait to get home from the time I was 10,
Only now do I see that's where I've always been,
And silence was key to unlocking happiness,
Just as hurt was essential to reaching all this bliss.

Uno mas,
or "one more."
One more stop until we're home
or close enough to call it so.
One more stop until we're close enough
to driving our car and picking up ***,
roadside.
To grabbing a coffee
to restart the night.
To talking 'till that predawn light
that reminds us why
we fell in love
the first time.
Uno
mas.

Sometimes the words you say
make me look down and blush,
delve into my own headspace,
wondering what brings such
wondrous sounds pouring forth
from your lips.
And these things you say,
they aren't obscene in any way,
but oh sir, do they twist me up inside
and steal my breaths straight
out of my lungs.

We used to talk everyday.
Having deep and detailed conversations
Talking about everything that was happening in my life
Laughing and talking for hours
But now those days are just memories
sitting in the dust
where im leaving it
because we're not the same anymore.

The only sound in the darkness
Is the ceaseless whispering
Of my old window unit
It leads me to think of you
How beautiful you looked
Asleep in my arms
It really was silent then
Aside from the mumbled words
That escaped your lips as you slept
I spent that night wondering
What they meant, and savoring
The sound of whispered "I love you"s
Long after you'd fallen asleep

Every body playing me so close.
Use to cheer, now they kicking out the chair.
Guess they just showing me the ropes.
So, I do things my way,
and only keep a small circle.
So when things come around,
its all relative.
Cause backstabbers,
use relations; for shortcuts;
like it's relative.
What hurts most;
them using,
slow pokes and
different strokes.
The whole time,
they cloaked like we folks.

the words are so hard, that they chip my teeth
they feel unnatural on my swollen pink tongue
there are too many, that all want to come out at once
so I choke on them, saliva rushing out past my gums
my lips split and blood gushes down my chin
leaving rust marks on the pale milky skin.