SMALLTALK

Our glasses filled with poison I guess that's why we toast If drinking is a choice then Our thoughts are with the host Oh, dying conversations I haven't seen you since Let's play that little game where The quiet player wins Above our heads, it's filled with clouds But we won't say a thing about it I'll read your lips and hear you out Tomorrow we'll forget about it I am doing so lovely I want to say I'm fine Then your eyes meet mine And I'm no longer so sure Meant to wave this off softly Yet slowly we begin To fill silence in Without knowing the words Our glasses filled with poison Substitutes through my veins If this is where I'm ending At least this thought remains Oh, failed purification I'm getting overgrown Can't find the air to breathe in I need to be alone Above our heads, it's filled with clouds But we won't say a thing about it You'll read my lips and hear me out Tomorrow we'll forget about it I am doing so lovely I want to say I'm fine Shivers down my spine And I'm no longer so sure Meant to wave this off softly But now you're getting close The silence grows And I can't find my words You can say I'm wrong You can say I'm right But my heart's still going Ten thousand miles per night