Lampoon

I'm so needy

I'm so greedy

I'm so hungry

Won't you feed me?

Curse my company, at least I get to speak

And what is it we fear most?

The things that make us weak?

The things that make us strong?

The voices that begin to whisper only when we're alone?

Only when we're alone

The solitude is sparse, is it with us everyday ?

Does it push the thoughts of worry?

Or push the words we pray?

And to whom do you hold your hands

Which God, which star, which sky?

Do they hear you when you laugh?

Or only when you cry?

Or only when you cry?

Or only when you cry?

Or only when you cry?

Or only when you cry?

Or only when you cry?

Or only when you cry?

Or only when you cry?

But at least you get to speak

For that's really all that counts

If something's inside of us

We gotta get it out

But what about the words that never kiss the tongue

Would they purge all of the company, ruin all the fun?

So let them settle there

Within the solitude

Don't say the truth

Don't speak your mind

It's considered rude

It's considered rude

It's considered rude

It's considered rude

I may not know many words

None sharp enough to cut the cheeks

I may be cursed by company

But at least I get to speak

And my tongue will never get tired

And my tongue will never get tired

And my tongue will never get tired

And my tongue will never get tired