Frogs Without Tongues

I think the trees are sleeping
and the grass may be wet
it makes me afraid sometimes when the industrial
tide sweeps past my elbows in a cadence
of heartbeats, slamming into your rearview mirror
like frogs without tongues

someone could be shooting a gun right now
and no one would ever know
How they twisted my dreams and how we
vowed it didn't mean anything

Tell our childhood where it can be
it belongs to us, we can never be ashamed
those lies they told us with their maniacal eyes
locking me into a place where the winds of your insanity
killed all hopes of being me

I could never be like those suits,
those leather shoes that passed judgment
when we sat in the basement writing our
stories with conviction. They made the
memories I wish I never had

now I'm afraid these people will live our legacy
drowning in a crying universe
Oh man, how they read me.
Sometimes I stare out my window and watch the worlds
collide across the street, searching for
something they can never have

I have always wanted this burden
the weight of a knowledge that
we have become too feared to be ignored
is this the thought of my former days?
Are you still too far away to hear me?
If my mind is the judge, this is like none ever seen.

And this I have always known.
It makes me sad sometimes when the
industrial tide sweeps past your elbows
in a cadence of heartbeats
slamming into my rearview mirror
like frogs without tongues