It’s quite a gamble to speak out of place Those things could kill you but so could your face
What occupies me, pays a low rent Because fondness makes the heart grow absent
These things I say, may seem kinda cruel So here’s something from my heart to you Looking at you, reminds me of looking at the sun And how the blind are so damn lucky
Those holes on your face could be used better ways Breathing’s a distraction when you chatter away
These things I say, may seem to offend But not half as much, as I’d like to intend Listening to you, reminds me of A motor’s endless drone And how the deaf are so damn lucky