Small Talk - Maria Kelly

There’s a storm in my chest

I can’t catch my breath

The little rain

And now I’m full to the brim again

I’ve been locked out

I can’t spit it out

Don’t mind me

Gotta go, gotta be up, and leave

Can’t seem to talk to you, the way that other people do

Small talk too tough to chew

And I wonder if it tastes this way to you

I’ve been feeling smothered

There’s a storm in my chest

And, oh I’ve tried my best

To cull the tide

But it’s been drowning me out of life

I never look

The way I fixture I would

Don’t mind me

I’m sure that I’ll find a backseat

Can’t seem to talk to you, the way that other pople do

Small talk too tough to chew

And I wonder if it tasts this way to you

I’ve been feeling smothered

I’ve been treading

Treading on the water

The more I move, the more I falter

Can’t seem to talk to you, the way that other people do

Small talk too tough to chew

And I wonder if it tastes this way to you

I’ve been feeling smothered

I’ve been treading, treading water

I’ve been feeling smothered

I’ve been treading, treading water

I’ve been feeling smothered

I’ve been treading, treading water

I’ve been feeling smothered