Sticky Little Words
Maya Hawke, William Graefe
Writing's too slow
Talking's too fast
Lately real low
Lies at last
Oh dear, my dear
Get in all your licks
I'll string my words
Something was different
Sticky little words
They heal and they hurt
They never really work
They feed the birds
That's it, I guess
They might make you laugh
They might make you mad
But they won't bring you back
They won't bring you back
Oh dear, my dear
There's so much to say
If you plug your lil' ears
I'll fade away
Sorry's to slow
To stop this crash
And leave me alone
It's just too fast
Sticky little words
They heal and they hurt
They never really work
They feed the birds
That's it, that's that
They might make you laugh
They might make you mad
But they won't bring you back
They won't bring you back