Deny, deny, deny

[that4thstring]

Everyday my fingers fumble as I mumble tangled words
Trying to fit them in some sensible order
Chasing for more conversation
Which God knows when it will end,
But I hope it won't then

With one's heart in one's mouth,
You're nothing like them
Veering away
I'm unsure if this is any good,
If I'm any good,
but this can't be,
I deny, deny, deny