Nobody listens to silence like your girl

Whitening margins

Mouthing the words

Letters flying fast

Turning into words

Sweeping the floor

Making room

Pulling up the carpet

Staples and all

The newspapers underneath

And over shards of broken glass

Pushed up into the corner with your foot

Just in case your girl got up and

Decided to dance

Gave you a moment to collect yourself

Took your hand and awake with the second guess

You lose your spot

In your long line of losses

No second chances and

Your dreams go sweaty and your brow

Enter the pit with no bottom under it

While she fucks him like a fucking machine

Greased to the bolts till the bolts come up

And her dress goes slam torn from the seam to her leg

Listenin to her saying it's name and beg

Nobody listens to silence like your girl

Without your ear to the door and eye to the keyhole

And into the floor smashed like a train on the side of a bridge

Suitcase burning orange lines over the underpass

People on the telephones

And people to answer

Hair dye smudged on the sides of the tub

All bets of the years

On the crest of her forehead her mother used to kiss

And you got to school you're broken up

Your signal went static

And your killer confessed

Your soda went flat

And your arm went numb

And you smoked until your voice went all stinking and rough

And bugs in the kitchen

So fuck between the lines

Looking for the highlights

She loves him like her man

Smoking cigarettes with him

On the edge of the bed.

Nobody listens to silence like your girl

Nobody listens to silence like your girl

Nobody listens to silence like your girl

Nobody listens to silence.