by Jeph Johnson
You say I should have known
By the tone of my voice
But you hear guttural groans
And cacophonous white noise
When I speak clear as summer skies
In harmony with angels
Your ears hear only made-up lies
Whispered under tables
You lay so still in the grass
All coiled up and hissin'
Change fails each time we pass
The mystique has stopped bewitchin'
You play dead to words I've said
I'm gonna keep on buggin' you
With the voices in your head
Even when we don't want them to
Infidelity feeds good trouble
In the dreams we once explored
Life as we know it's in a bubble
But I can't write this feeling anymore