And now you're trying to tell me something
I think you're trying to tell me something
I really wish you'd tell me something
But you've got nothing, nothing to tell me at all
Talking with you is a dejevu
of things I thought before and never bothered to say
if there's nothing about me that you can love
than I don't think we'll ever get along anyway
Now you're trying to tell me something
I think you're trying to tell me something
I really wish you'd tell me something
But you've got nothing, nothing to tell me at all
like a vine crawling up your wall
starts out big but it ends up small
tell me something, tell me nothing at all
Talking with you is a dejevu
of things I thought before and never bothered to say
if there's nothing about me that you can love
than I don't think we'll ever get along anyway
Now you're trying to tell me something
I think you're trying to tell me something
I really wish you'd tell me something
But you've got nothing, nothing to tell me at all
like a vine crawling up your wall
starts out big but it ends up small
tell me something, tell me nothing at all
Oh, I'm talking to you
From birdboys CD/LP