Lets lay it all out on the table: we're all on separate pages.
Where I was last year is where you'll be a week after we speak.
The only thing we share is time, and it feels like yours' worth more than mine.
Yet I guess that I don't mind, so tune me out while I say,
"I'm okay, everything is going great, I'm feeling fine. Theres nothing on my mind."
But it's true, I don't need anybody to receive a single word I say
Words spill out my mouth like marbles, bouncing on the floor.
Try to pull away I slip and fall, curse a dozen more.
Can't speak, can't explain, can't find the fucking cause
As to why when we speak, you turn your head off.
"I'm not okay, everything is fucking up im wasting time, theres nothing on my mind."
But its true, I don't need anybody to listen, to a single word I'm saying