Holes in the walls, buttons pressed, a self-fulfilling prophecy at work.

You’re expecting the worst and I rarely let you down.

If I come across as though I am intense, it’s only because I totally am.

It’s reflected both ways and I have no secrets here.

‘Cause if I’m quiet or I’m tired then there must be something wrong.

If I’m excited, I’m annoying, you say I talk too long.

When I get passionate, doors get slammed, people tend to clear the room.

And you’re all walking, slow and careful, like there’s eggshells wall to wall.

If I were violent, I’d be silent or I’d not be here at all.

When I mean best, I’m meanest and people tend to be confused.

Chisel away at the rock that has apparently formed between your ears.

You’re protected and safe. I’m competing with myself.

Everyone knows that, good or bad, my sentences end in exclamation points.

Undirected, we are beyond what volume breaks.

‘Cause if I’m quiet or I’m tired then there must be something wrong.

If I’m excited, I’m annoying, you say I talk too long.

When I get passionate, doors get slammed, people tend to clear the room.

And you’re all walking, slow and careful, like there’s eggshells wall to wall.

If I were violent, I’d be silent or I’d not be here at all.

When I mean best, I’m meanest and people tend to be confused.