Talking
We keep talking it over
And over again.
How can we be lover
If we can't be friends?
You tell me your side.
I tell you mine.
If no one is listening
It's just wasting time.
I've got more words
Than Webster wrote down
To excuse my indifference
And subtle put-downs.
But where do they go
When you knock on the side
Of my shell to commune with
The man that's inside?
I've been throwing up armor
Defending my pride
When your heart was the safest place
I could ever reside.
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