Accidental

All the words sound so accidental
Rise and fall like an old balloon.
Oh, my words and my marble-heavy mind
Wasting time.

All wasted on instructions for you to carry me around you. Pay me attentions then wave me off with a good-bye.

When you speak to me
I speak too pleasantly.
Where's the knife? Where's the fire?
Run away like I'm some holiday.
Where's the knife? Where's the fire?
Am I a saint or a liar?
Where's the knife? Where's the fire?
Where's the knife?

I won't question your opinions.
I can't even disagree.
You touch on all my troubles
Expecting nothing more from me.

I am eager for your answer.
It's just like some baby bird;
My mouth is so wide open
For what you think you might have heard.

When you speak to me
I speak too pleasantly.
Where's the knife? Where's the fire?
Run away like I'm some holiday.
Where's the knife? Where's the fire?
Am I a saint or a liar?
Where's the knife? Where's the fire?
Where's the knife?