I have an abundance of words
scribbled down on the inside of my scull
passing time until I can say them to you
sometimes I rehearse them
but it makes no difference
there's something about you that
(more)
squeezes my stomach
and stuffs butterflies down my throat
I want to say a lot of things
I wonder if you want to too
so now I just have an abundance of
hollow words
the emotion cracked and sucked out like a crab
their shells rattling
against my skull with every move (less)
