To You

See
I think too much
And you make my stomach turn
Like a barrel
Down a hill
I don't know how to stop it
It won't stop
It can't
It won't allow me to put a hand up
It doesn't listen
It has no ears
And I have no filter
Nothing to sort out nooks and crannies
I say what I feel
When I feel it
For you
And only for you
I owe it to you
I feel
To say whatever arises
Inside my emotional set
No matter how fucked up
No matter how random
These things may be
They just come flowing from my throat
Aiming for your eardrums
I'm sorry
I guess I should think four times
Because I think three
Every time I say something
To you

I'm think I'm going to puke
Excuse
Me