like the wheels on a train on the tracks that go clickety clack
plugging and tugging my ears, my hair, my stomach is in knots
i can't eat, can't sleep can't do anything
in the moments of calm i see your face
hovering over me like the moon
holding my face, i see your face
in the moments of calm i can't let go.
listening and twisting and fisting the words drawn out
like gripping a lasso and expecting to pull them out of my mind
disorderly quarterly subordinate feelings tied
to the bigger ones i can't help but overanalyze
in the moments of calm i hear your voice
whispered on the tip of my shoulder
syllables slow, the comfort of your voice
in the moments of calm please tell me more
deafening and threatening is the language of thoughts
like the scent of lousy vanilla musk that just won't come off
i refuse to be broken but somehow it debilitates me
you just can't be looking at her the way you look at me
in the moments of calm, yours, mine to keep
let's keep it that way, can we? shall we?