My black chipped nails look at me inquisitively
I cant give them answers today
Thoughts are swimming with no avail
Im so tired i cant seem to breathe in rhythm

Many answers i thought i wanted
yet knowing them makes me heavy
I know i asked the question first
But as soon as you opened your mouth
I realised somethings are better left unsaid

So beautiful that we can be open
maybe we should've waited til tomorrow
The words dance and flutter out of reach
til they're mearly mist in the rest of my mess

I hate feeling like things are being whispered
when someone who usually tells me all
I feel is telling me none

Its almost lying and it makes me itch
I dont need the details
I dont want the details
I just hate when you keep things from me