unposted letters

My head's always going a hundred miles an hour
So you'd think my mouth would be able to run that fast too
And for a while, I was convinced that we were underwater
But I'm only choking on the words I'd like to say to you
So my journal's just a long list of unposted letters
'Cause I go to speak and I don't make a sound
And maybe I'm just one for irony 'cause l'm so hard to read
But I've got everthing I think written down

Oh, I feel no different to a dog with a muzzle
Chewing up words in my mouth

So we'll sit in silence 'cause you can't talk over nothing
Keep holding my thoughts to ransom
And I'II keep writing these songs in the hopes of something
Making any sense to someone

And I often think knowing me's a strain on the eyes
'Cause finding out what I really mean takes reading between the lines
So I sent you a song that I thought that you might like (You might like)
Could you tell that I was saying that you're someone I don't mind?

Oh, I feel no different to a dog with a muzzle
Chewing up words in my mouth
No, I feel no different to a dog with a muzzle
But that muzzle's my own fear and doubt

So we'll sit in silence 'cause you can't talk over nothing
Keep holding my thoughts to ransom
And I'II keep writing these songs in the hopes of something
Making any sense to someone

And it's not that I'm not trying
Oh, it's not that I'm not trying
No, it's not that I'm not trying
Oh, I promise that I'm trying

My head's always going a hundred miles an hour