Telephone

It’s so hard to breathe
With the words that you put in my mouth
And the things you think you see
It’s your inability to say the things that you mean
I swear it’s not as hard as it seems
Just know you’re a complex that’s bursting apart at the seams
It’s like it won’t go away
The awful things that you say
And I just want you to know
It’s just dramatic and bullshit
Your mouth, it spews no good news
Your mouth, it spews no good news
Speak the truth
Speak the truth
You’re not real
I’m just fine
You’re okay
So am I
Don’t think twice