Syllables - Ceres

I want you around but I can’t

And I don’t want to be proud, but I can’t get it out my mouth

Split the difference, go on, I promise I’ll keep your secret safe with me

We knew it was all your fault at least

But whose fault is it now?

I know it’s not an end, but I know it’s not a start

Am I clapping out the syllables to «Your hands tear•ing this a•part»?

And I know it’s not love when it’s not love

And I know that you know that it’s not love

I want you around but I can’t

And I don’t want to be proud but I can’t spit you out my mouth

So I’ll sing «Is Nice» in the back of your car

When it was clear to me you’d stopped listening

I can’t picture you

I can’t get it right

My friends are so damn loud I know

Why can’t they quiet down, oh no

My friends are so damn loud I know

Why can’t they quiet down and slow their words

To tell me what I want to hear?

Come on and tell me what I want to hear!