Some people hear their own voice in their head
Have deep conversations with it like a friend
Internal dialogue, but I live in a silent fog
A mental toilet cloth, I really miss my dog
We lay in the haze, we don't know any better
We're falling asleep, breathing on to each other
Toes are getting cold and everybody's getting old
But all I know is a white nose and a chokehold
It gets quiet
Sitting here inside of my own silence
Doing everything I can to hide it
I am trying, but the grass is dying
I picked up a glass, but the water ain't dry
Went out to play, but the water ain't dry
Went to the backyard to hug a behind
I swallowed up a couple, hoping it would make me more alive
Bring me back to life
It gets quiet
Sitting here inside of my own silence
Doing everything I can to hide it
I am trying
But the grass is dying
The dust, it sets my mind to bed The dust, it sets my mind to bed
The dust, it sets my mind to bed