Running off at the mouth
Get me a job as a mime
Help me get out of this rut
I need something that helps me
To keep this big ol' mouth shut
I don't think before words fall
Oft' don't hear them for myself
Sometimes I think I should be
Stuffed and set upon a shelf
Sometimes I make people laugh
Other times I make them cry
Not thinking before I speak
And too slow to even try
Can even amaze myself
With the stupid things I say
And I hear the echoes loud
That just will not go away
I can talk to anyone
Well, I even talk to me
And what makes it so much worse
I rarely make apologies
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