Sometimes, around me
there's no one talking
so I try speaking
and like what I hear

I use my own words
the ones I had made up
before I had grown up
to learn what they mean

I dabble my coffee
I play with my water
my pater, my mater
stuck watching TV

My friends in the walls
they came from the desert
to me, for some reason
they would never tell

Thought they heard me talking
guess I misunderstood
when I spoke my private words
silent went my cell

but now I'm pushing
twenty-and-something
can you hear me talking?
you misunderstood?