Too Soon

[letterexchange]

I didn't want you call to me strange
awkward, foolish, or lame
so I wait till you're crying
to make my own scene
can't you read between the lines
of all the songs I never sing

you were right
to let me be
when I can't even say anything plain and ordinary
without cold copper wire carrying the messages between

what makes these things
so plain and ordinary
yet strange and contrary / to popular opinion
are not quite forgiven / for me to say

you were right
to let me be
when I can't even say a "hello how was your day"
without you tiring of me carrying on that way

I love making my scenes
when nobody's watching
when nobody's listening
when nobody's reading a thing I say