The big blue car is driving away
The acid is raining making stains
Reverting back to the hopes we cling to
Always afraid of what we might have to lose
And the car is out somewhere
But the silence is deadly
Still choking the air
You'd give up your soul readily
For the breaking of awkward silence
For the reality of spoken words
Because thoughts alone are frightening
You'd say just about anything to be heard
So you hold on to the meaningless words
Hoping they'll save you from the things that hurt
But they can't save the ones afraid of thinking
It just brings them to a place down below sinking
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