My mouth moves and tells you the stories you ask to hear, but your not listening. I know your not, because I'v told you the same stories and you act like its brand new. Do you remember what I just told you? Do you remember anything I am?
I'm Just Tired
Your mouth moves and I'm reading lips and taking notes. I listen for the change in pitch and emphasis, to know which words your really mean. what your really feeling. I don't think you even notice that I'm listening intently.
There is two people in this car ride home, but its all a quite ride home for you.
Would it kill you just once to do the same for me? Just once I'd like to think I m not speaking to the air up there or the dirt down below.
I'm Just Tired
The beauty is in the details of everything, and your missing out on everything beautiful.
For now, I'll wait to see if your deaf ears decide to take notice. Until then, I'll be remember the details for you.
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