don't ask me what's on my mind
don't say you'll do your best and try to stop by
you hover just above
don't you know there are things that i'm ashamed of?

i close my eyes
forget to try
try to forget
and take another hit

i saw your face in a magazine
i was in a car, looking at my phone screen
yeah you're such a hit
everything good you touch turns into the opposite

where are you now?
your voice so far away
and the things you wanna do
are just words you say

when it's late at night
and i can barely think
that's when i need you most
to talk down to me

i go out and i take a walk
i see my neighbor and ask about his tuesday
because i like small talk
keep the big stuff, the scary stuff, all locked up

look at us now
momma would be proud
i get so loud
when i'm quiet as a mouse

and i get dumber all the time
and it's a bummer but soon it'll be next summer
people like words that rhyme
and at the end of your life you'll probably want more time

or maybe not
maybe all you keep inside
just gets exhaled with a sigh
and then you die

small talk

whomever