Talking To Myself, But I Can't Speak

Oh, miracle boy

Your bride is death and your ceremony is a cemetery

Cicadas fill your silence and you take pills to make the voices quiet

Six feet under the floor in a hole in the ground is where you'll get the most attention

A daze crazed sea around you, lose your mind with intention

Face it, kid, you're starving and you're hungry

I can see it in your gaze

Life is a paradise you just can't see

You know you don't like caffeine for the taste

Breathe in, again and again, to know your lungs are filling with oxygen

Find better words to say it's hard to be a miracle if you're in pain

Talking to myself, but I can't speak

My voice may be strong but I am weak

On the shelf is where you'll stay an antique

I'm trapped inside my body, let me out

Like a child, I'll scream and I'll shout

But soak it up, too many tears will cause a drought

Come on and let it out

It's okay to talk to yourself as long as you don't hate who responds

But you don't say a word so forget the nerves and just speak up