Did you lick a dirty sidewalk? Cause I hear gravel when you speak Words like rocks inside a tumbler But they don't mean anything Days or weeks could pass by And I'd still mull over your speech But I'd find nothing of meaning Nothing good for me If I put my headphones on Would your sounds be gone? Would I no longer Have to ponder upon? Your quirky little comments Your hurtful word vomits That I never ever asked to receive You say Everything That I don't need To hear And it's hurtful, my dear You cut me with your edges Always jagged to the touch Never a close moment Where you didn't draw first blood Settled in a habit Of invincibility Safe up on your horse so tall While I'm trampled underneath If I put my headphones on Would your sounds be gone? Would I no longer Have to ponder upon? Your quirky little comments Your hurtful word vomits That I never ever asked to receive You say Everything That I don't need To hear And it's painful, my dear Did you lick a dirty sidewalk? Cause I hear gravel when you speak Words like rocks inside a tumbler But they don't mean anything