[Avox.]

I want to talk to you
I don’t want to talk to you
What the hell do I even want?

Life isn’t always kind
I think I will reach closer
But I instead push farther back

I think I’ll have drive and ambition
And talk to people once again
Yes, no, yes, no

Talking will be the death of me
The words are thought out with ease
But come out so poorly

Sometimes too afraid to leave the room
For I have to face the petty days of small talk
Which may make me go insane

I swear I am truly sincere
And I am genuine and have so much to say
But talking is not my strong suit

I am but a wallflower
Approach me first and maybe we’ll have a nice talk
Or it just might be another case of bullshit
Or I'll fail miserable

What the hell do I even want?

An intelligent conversation would seem nice.