I sit quiet as you try to force a rhyme,
Maybe finish this poetry next year.
If I light my lips on fire, would you
kiss me to save my life right here?

I could talk to you in a different tongue
If it pricks your ears towards me.
Would you understand then what I'm asking,
or is it a waste of a plea?
A waste of a plea.

Your rocks to the window don't call me,
I keep hesitation in my shoes.
With every thought assuming you produce,
I aim to be, more profound than you.
Pour your dinner down the drain,
Be the first to show restraint.
And this spark war will start hissing like a fuse.

You can't run away from your cliche,
You can't run away from bad taste.

Twelve pillows just to separate our dreaming,
So charming that we share the same bed.
I'd lose you if you made your own decisions,
It doesn't help we share the same head.

So shoot me in a war about pretending,
Aim with your invisible gun.
Did all the words we know just stop existing,
When we both chose to hold our tongues?

You can't run away from your cliche,
You can't run away from bad taste.

Your rocks to the window don't call me,
I keep hesitation in my shoes.
With every thought assuming you produce,
I aim to be, more profound than you.
Pour your dinner down the drain,
Be the first to show restraint.
And this spark war will start hissing like a fuse.

You can't run away from your cliche,
You can't run away from bad taste.
You can't run away from your cliche,
You can't run away from bad taste.

So go ahead and pave your own highway
Just to drive off the side of the road.
Because without me giving you direction,
Your future world implodes.
Because with out our speech,
You can't translate to your feet.
And with out po-etry,
Your sentences lose me.
Your sentences lose me.