Wooden Houses

Where we are you’ve probably figured out
There’s nothing to talk about
It’s all cemented
A wooden house with windows that slide with rope
Might be the antidote for leaving the midwest
Happiness, oh it’s in your mouth, it’s consonants and vowels
In the words you’re choosing
And the phrasing that you’re using
Oh, it makes all the difference
I can’t get in if you don’t breathe out
I think too hard and I talk too loud
I love you
I need you
Where we are
You’ve probably figured out
There’s nothing to talk about
We’re in a panic
Oh, happiness, it’s in your mouth
It’s consonants and vowels and the words you’re choosing
I can’t get in if you don’t let out
I think too quick and I talk to loud
You want words now I can’t enunciate
You’ve got a response but it’s too late
Carefully constructed
The attention to detail
Alright, I give up
The lines on your face
Are road maps to your brain
This is how hunger strikes begin
This is how hunger strikes begin
This is how hunger strikes begin
This is how hunger strikes begin