Why don’t you talk more?
They ask me, and when I do,
No words fall from my mouth,
It’s not because there aren’t any,
There’s a universe of them inside me,
I just know that none of it matters,
They’re not the right words to make you stay.
Why don’t you talk more?
They ask me, and when I do,
No words fall from my mouth,
It’s not because there aren’t any,
There’s a universe of them inside me,
I just know that none of it matters,
They’re not the right words to make you stay.
Bohotea 