You’re always talking; you’ve always got something to say

That’s how you learned to communicate, but I can’t hear you that way

If you’d just give me a second of silence, I’m trying to listen to your soul

Your words give me part of the story, but I need it whole

When your lips move, they drown out the sound of your cries

You swear you’re telling the truth but all else points to otherwise

Just shut up while I navigate your wavelength and try to tune in

Trying to speed up the soul investigation, but I’m still waiting to begin

Hoping volume will muffle the echo of your panicked heartbeat?

When you’re ready to stop lying to yourself, have a seat