Talk

I was raised on Vogue, microwave meals and cups of tea
I was told to lie, from mother to father
But I was told to tell the truth
When it came to me
Now I’m older
I still talk, I still lie
I talk to fill the void
When in reality
I’m a quiet guy
I’m a nervous guy
So I talk a lot
To girls who get annoyed
When in reality
They’re girls I shouldn’t talk to
They’re girls I should avoid
I should sleep now
I should get a job
Isn’t there a bank nearby that I could just rob?
No?
Can I talk myself out of this one?
Should I stop talking?
No?
Should I just leave?
Should I just go?

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