Making up Words

Slow down we can talk it out We'll back-track, relax and we'll track it down How I carve out a space for this To hold a job and have a hobby as expensive as it is My neighbors all complain about the noise I make I piped down and I haven't made a peep though But I've found my voice in this random noise So sit back now and welcome to the peep show I've been making up words At the top of my lungs At the tip of my tongue Ease up, and leave me some Yeah, I've been making up words 'Cause there aren't any more Well untwist, from the sounds of it I've missed half the point, but I got the gist, now I Now I know what my next step is Find the perfect words if they exist, is it Is it words for love? Is it words for pain? And do I stop when they sound the same Or is it better that I pander to people who will listen Do I pivot, go 180, just to prove I can be different? Oh, I've been making up words At the top of my lungs At the tip of my tongue Ease up, and leave me some Yeah, I've been making up words 'Cause there aren't any more Well refresh, give me time to rest To recharge my search for a sound that's fresh I don't mean to be so down or pessimistic Like an ivy on my skin, I can't resist the urge to itch it With a simple little hobby, all I do is stitch together Clever words and sounds, record, promote, design, and finally pitch it And I'm like "please share, please like and subscribe" But all I want to do is leave this unrelated stuff behind But at the same time, I want to reach a million people Now I'm feeling like a thousand's out of reach if I don't keep up With the trending times, a brand-new state A new bandwagon with some new paint - well here's my new way Maybe I'm not trending up on Twitter And the only one's I'll reach will be my mom and baby sister Maybe I'm not bound for money or fame But my music wouldn't fit inside a status or a hashtag! I've been making up words At the top of my lungs At the tip of my tongue Ease up, and leave me some Yeah, I've been making up words 'Cause there aren't any more And I've been making up words At the top of my lungs At the tip of my tongue Ease up, and leave me some I'll plagiarize the chorus from the beating in my chest I'll take my inspiration from the cadence of my breath I'm searching for a rhythm in the cracking of my knuckles They asked me for a title, said I'm Torn Between a Couple I'm taking aim and aiming up, its second nature, off the cuff I'm vaguely masquerading and I'm faking that I'm brave enough I'm shakin' up the achy stuff, I'm waking all the neighbors up There ain't enough to waste it so I'm savin' up and makin' up words