Slow down we can talk it out
We'll back-track, relax and we'll track it down
How I carve out a space for this
To hold a job and have a hobby as expensive as it is
My neighbors all complain about the noise I make
I piped down and I haven't made a peep though
But I've found my voice in this random noise
So sit back now and welcome to the peep show
I've been making up words
At the top of my lungs
At the tip of my tongue
Ease up, and leave me some
Yeah, I've been making up words
'Cause there aren't any more
Well untwist, from the sounds of it
I've missed half the point, but I got the gist, now I
Now I know what my next step is
Find the perfect words if they exist, is it
Is it words for love? Is it words for pain?
And do I stop when they sound the same
Or is it better that I pander to people who will listen
Do I pivot, go 180, just to prove I can be different?
Oh, I've been making up words
At the top of my lungs
At the tip of my tongue
Ease up, and leave me some
Yeah, I've been making up words
'Cause there aren't any more
Well refresh, give me time to rest
To recharge my search for a sound that's fresh
I don't mean to be so down or pessimistic
Like an ivy on my skin, I can't resist the urge to itch it
With a simple little hobby, all I do is stitch together
Clever words and sounds, record, promote, design, and finally pitch it
And I'm like "please share, please like and subscribe"
But all I want to do is leave this unrelated stuff behind
But at the same time, I want to reach a million people
Now I'm feeling like a thousand's out of reach if I don't keep up
With the trending times, a brand-new state
A new bandwagon with some new paint - well here's my new way
Maybe I'm not trending up on Twitter
And the only one's I'll reach will be my mom and baby sister
Maybe I'm not bound for money or fame
But my music wouldn't fit inside a status or a hashtag!
I've been making up words
At the top of my lungs
At the tip of my tongue
Ease up, and leave me some
Yeah, I've been making up words
'Cause there aren't any more
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And I've been making up words
At the top of my lungs
At the tip of my tongue
Ease up, and leave me some
I'll plagiarize the chorus from the beating in my chest
I'll take my inspiration from the cadence of my breath
I'm searching for a rhythm in the cracking of my knuckles
They asked me for a title, said I'm Torn Between a Couple
I'm taking aim and aiming up, its second nature, off the cuff
I'm vaguely masquerading and I'm faking that I'm brave enough
I'm shakin' up the achy stuff, I'm waking all the neighbors up
There ain't enough to waste it so I'm savin' up and makin' up words