Articulate

'Baby, you're way too articulate Please just tell me that you're sad' Is what you told me When I told you Every thought I've ever had Great minds think alike so Which one of us is the weakling? Real help is expensive So I'll just follow the feeling Baby, don't you 'babe' me Silly me, I got it bad Am I crazy? You call me crazy But I'm not the worst you've had Have me Do you have me like you had me before It was socially acceptable? Have me Do you have me in a noose? Oh, you do I'm trying, I promise I'm trying to be Nothing more or less than a body I'm trying to be that I'm trying to see That all of these feelings are bad for your psyche Now your reputation won't suffer As long as I keep it under the covers I know that you mean well If anyone asks Baby, be articulate Please just tell me how you feel Hate me? That's ridiculous But at least the hatred's real