Mayfield Four

To me you are the warmest season
you have always been the brightest sun
these cliches will not be spoken
I'd choke on my lead tongue
So self-aware it's a burden
forever crippled by that tendency
please evict me from my shuddershell
so I can speak
This is so frusterating
I don't know what I'm saying
this loss for words seems to burrow deeper every day
I'm so misunderstood cannot relay the good
that's stranded deep inside
'Cause next to you.... I'm at a loss for words
Don't confuse this for confession
or as a plea for sympathy
it's just a window to a soul bound
by all my insecurity...