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Shh

(VERSE 1)
 
I don't want to talk about it,
not today and not tomorrow
rather skip the conversation
it's kind of personal you know
I am not what I thought I was
sorry that you suffer because
I am a little bit selfish
and now the whole room is abuzz
see my head is spinning right off
from all the words, the words, the words.
 
So staple up your gaping mouth
before you are a dying breed
I guess we all are in a way
that way we all die, don't you think?
let's not get psychological
no puzzles here for us to fix
just a sign up above the door
with a finger over some lips, (shh)
 
(CHORUS)
 
and how much more could you possibly say?
no more patterns to form, there is no way.
I'm not listening, no not this time
I'm not listening, I won't even try.
five, four, three...
 
(VERSE 2)
 
I said let's not talk about it
you pushed the subject anyway
because what you want, it matters
can't I meet you at least halfway
but we aren't those kids anymore
and I understand that this is war
I am a little bit selfish
but why that is I'm not so sure
see my ears are falling right off
from all the words, the words, the words.
 
I already put one foot down
do I have to do the other?
to make you understand that
there's nothing I want to cover
now let's not get reminiscent
no need for those kind of guilt trips
just a sign above the door
with a finger over some lips, (shh)
 
(CHORUS)
 
and how much more could you possibly say?
no more patterns to form, there is no way.
I'm not listening, no not this time
I'm not listening, I won't even try.
five, four, three, two, one...
 
(VERSE 3)
 
If you insist then I suppose  
we can open that bag of bones  
I don't know why you're pushing it  
you were the one to first cast stones  
I came home, I walked through the door  
to have you yell at me some more
but I'm a little bit selfish?  
because you think I'm keeping score  
see my heart is rotting through  
and it is all because of you.  
 
(CHORUS)
 
and how much more could you possibly say?
no more patterns to form, there is no way.
I'm not listening, no not this time
I'm not listening, I won't even try.
five, four, three, two, one,
that's it, I'm done.
 
(ENDING)
 
let's not get psychological
no puzzles here for us to fix
just a sign up above the door
with a finger over some lips, (shh)
Written by CaityCat (Peaches O-Brien)
Published | Edited 19th Jun 2013
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