Call, Install, Spit It All Out
Spit out
What it is
I’m suppose to
Say
It's something
Big, something
Important
You need to hear
You need to know
What it means
Damn it I lost it
Again and again
The words slip
Right out of my
Hands
Right out of my
Mind
Right out of my
Vocal chords
They just couldn't
Hold on
When will I speak
Speak, but air
Comes out
And then another
Joke
I always choke
It leaves me broke
We always choose
The wrong hour to call
Blame it on the phone
Blame it on the words
That fell out
Or didn't who knows
I'm getting tired
And I haven't seen
You since this all began
I'd say let's get it on
But the words just
Go out in all the wrong ways
So forgive me if I don't
Say it as much
I still wish it'd
Happen with you
Copyright © Charissa Gonzalez | Year Posted 2010
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