we say so much to tell so little. we can never vocalize what is repeated through our heads daily.
we ask uncountable questions, just to beat around the bush. we hint and wink, allude and suggest.
read my mind, see how much of a dirty bastard i really am, but don't make me say any of this out loud.
let me type it, text it and tattoo it. i cant get my mouth to form these words into something real.
the inflections in my voice might give me away, me nervous laughing might show me to be weak.
so let me type it, text it and tattoo it. cause i cant get my mouth to form these words into something fake.
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