When I wake up I'm speaking slow.
When I get [bad word] I'm speaking more.
Get too [bad word] & I don't speak at all.
Get too close to you & I don't know what to say.
The only time I make sense is when I'm talking in my sleep.
But there's nobody around to write it down,
So it gets lost on my books & pillows.
The only time you made sense was when I was talking too.
But we had to take turns, one at a time.
& when [bad word] to mine I have no idea what to say.

When I'm talking to you.
What to say when I'm standing there talking to you.

Words that don't relate to one another flowing off our tongues.
Fragments, fleeting thoughts get [bad word] together one by one by one.
Things we can't relay to one another.
Smoke goes in my lungs.
I get more from a look than from people when they've spoke or yelled or sung.

People talk
People talk
People talk, but they don't know what to say.

What do you say?

When [bad word] to you, you look good in your sleep (what do you say?)
When [bad word] to you, you look good in a heap of images stacked so... electronically.
(what do you say?)
When [bad word] to you you look to keep no matter what

People talk.
People walk.
People mock.
But they don't know what to say.

What to say when I'm talking to you.
What to say when I'm standing there talking to you.
What to say...
What to say...
What to say now that I'm standing here talking to you.