i called you today, i must have called you a hundred times. the sea of noise is a ringing in my ear as my lips conceal secrets things i could never tell. god, i can't die these little deaths, not again. as the moths eat away the fabric of my stomach, this is just a bit to familiar. this beautiful lie, this one fraudulent crime. and you won't answer anyway. cause i know if you ever did, i would have a lack of things to talk about. or i'd just lie.