Josh Woodward Incoherent
Disillusioned, broken but your memory's intact It's running through your head like an explosion And the smiles on the faces of the children in the park Are just a momentary loss of inhibition
Well, you try to keep it all intact with bubblegum and twine It's bound to make a mess along the sidewalk And a sticky wish has weasled its way into the corner of your brain Now it's time to let that weasel talk again
It's clear as mud and nearly twice as thick It's out of reach and heavy as a brick It's quick to make a notion of your overgrown emotion And it's getting so much louder every day
Whatcha saying, whatcha saying to me? I can't hear a word
You amplify the music and you magnify the dots And you blow up pink balloons when it's your birthday And you look inside your glovebox for a map when you are lost But there is not a roadsign leading me to you
I hear the words, the nouns and verbs, in conjugated forms But they just never seem to quite make up a sentence And the dictionary tells me where the words you say are from But let me file it under "I" for incoherent
It's clear as mud and nearly twice as thick It's out of reach and heavy as a brick It's quick to make a notion of your overgrown emotion And it's getting so much louder every day
Whatcha saying, whatcha saying to me? I can't hear a word
