My Voice

You were surreal, like the last of my thoughts Who is the girl with the taste of your tongue? Fumble for the words to save your soul Where is the cadence to shackle your fable? It must have gone adrift with your socks You hold my hands too tightly, they feel like they're falling off It must have gone adrift with your socks But why must you try to convince me? She was so real, like I first thought Who was I ever to think differen'ty? Fumble for the words to make me feel at home But why is she in my kitchen right next to me? Where Was My Voice in the Muck?? It must have gone adrift with your socks But as I look down beside me It seems like they've ended up on the girl with the taste of your tongue. On the girl with the taste of your tongue She can keep them. I'm done