Speak

You got my tongue tied again

And my head aching

Cause my thoughts got a

Battering ram

and they’re trying to get out

But your back’s against the door

Cause lord knows you don’t want to hear

What I have to say

so your car feels like a

a waiting room

where all my speech will echo

for everyone to hear my

each and every word

you turn up the music

and I watch it fall to the ground

weaker than a breeze

not to sway the silence that hangs

over head

I look at you and think

How I’d kill for you to speak

Cause I think I’m about to scream

Just to hear a sound