Some people hear their own voice in their head
Have deep conversations with it like a friend
Internal dialogue but I live in a silent fog
A mental toilet clog, I really miss my dog
We lay in the haze, we don’t know any better
We’re falling asleep breathing onto each other
Toes are getting cold and everybody’s getting old
But all I know is a wet nose and a chokehold
It gets quiet
Sitting here inside of my own silence
Doing everything I can to hide it, I am trying
But the grass is dying
I picked up a glass but the water ran dry
When out to the backyard to hug a beehive
I swallowed up a couple, hoping it would make me more alive
Bring me back to life ’cause
It gets quiet
Sitting here inside of my own silence
Doing everything I can to hide it, I am trying
But the grass is dying
The dust, it sets
My mind to bed
