She Be the Mute

The truth is that this is the Girl Cycle that has repeated itself since I hit puberty. A pseudo-relationship all in my head from crush to break-up, all silent.

Except it's silent no longer.

For the past year and a half I've been able to transcribe these terrible feelings through a strum and a word. To be shy does not mean I'm empty, no, I'm quite full actually; the quieter I am around a woman, the stronger the affection. To be so quiet and in repulsion of partaking in the modern courtship etiquette of bullshit push & pull games--which I just don't have the callous heart or tremoring patience for--I am left slave to pour all that I am the strength of my honesty and sincerity in just another stupid song.

And no I won't do the "you gotta be kind of an asshole" thing. That's for everyone else. I can only be me.

I'm no longer Chaplin, through my efforts you can hear the soundtrack Smile and--girl--your silence is drying up this attempt to court you and I'm running out of lube to continue. Stay your quiet somber night or take my humble hand and see the phonic shine of dawn?

She Be the Mute

We haven't even started yet

We haven't even met

And I'm already dead?

What did I say?

Everything I felt I said

To you through the internet

And on type and song

I've broken my head

Yes it's easy to ignore me

And think me a creep and weirdo 

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Why would you do this?"

Because I know this

Honesty is all that I can do

If you keep to yourself

and nothing speaks from your end

Then this will be our end

That's it

So you'll tweet what you feel

And leave me breaking over

Alone aching cursing

What did I do wrong?

If your shit gets cryptic

How do I interpret?

Your open-ended gibberish

Let's just end this

Yes it's easy to ignore me

And think me a creep and weirdo 

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Why would you do this?"

Because I know this

Honesty is all that I can do

If you keep to yourself

and nothing speaks from your end

Then this will be our end

That's it

Go ahead and ignore me

And think me a creep and weirdo 

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Why would you do this?"

Because I know this

Honesty is all I'll ever do

If you keep to yourself

and nothing speaks from your end

Then this will be our end

That's it

I could strum hardest and shout loudest the most cacophonous
song in the still unlit morning and Nick will still chill because
he's cool like that. Do dat, do dat, do do dat dat dat.