sometimes the creatures take the time to mute my mouth,
i resort to acronyms that refuse to make any sense at all,
sometimes when you take the time to recognize my mouth,
you pressed yours up against mine in a fashion we knew so well
why dont you ever go home, where you are never alone?
why dont you ever go home, when you know you are one of us?
how could you say those things that may tear apart at the seams?
the worst things has yet to come, but you will know when you are done