Numbers, they always meant more than mistaken math. Now that I'm older I can tell the difference.
Wrapped in ink and paper. Can you find a way out? I promise to remember all of the words that you said to me.
Word for word and I'm listening. It seems like your mouth is always breaking.
Symbols and figures in your head. We're having a simple conversation.
I've studied her in syntax. Counting under her breath. I promise to remember all of the noise that came from your mouth.
Word for word and I'm listening. Language and arithmetic are getting in the way of it. It's such a chore to listen for and understand all of the words I hear anymore. Now that we are screaming back and forth I can hear you louder than ever. Now that we are screaming back and forth I can clearly see what your voice is for.