My head's always going a hundred miles an hour So you'd think my mouth would be able to run that fast too And for a while, I was convinced that we were underwater But I'm only choking on the words I'd like to say to you So my journal's just a long list of unposted letters 'Cause I go to speak and I don't make a sound And maybe I'm just one for irony 'cause l'm so hard to read But I've got everthing I think written down Oh, I feel no different to a dog with a muzzle Chewing up words in my mouth So we'll sit in silence 'cause you can't talk over nothing Keep holding my thoughts to ransom And I'II keep writing these songs in the hopes of something Making any sense to someone And I often think knowing me's a strain on the eyes 'Cause finding out what I really mean takes reading between the lines So I sent you a song that I thought that you might like (You might like) Could you tell that I was saying that you're someone I don't mind? Oh, I feel no different to a dog with a muzzle Chewing up words in my mouth No, I feel no different to a dog with a muzzle But that muzzle's my own fear and doubt So we'll sit in silence 'cause you can't talk over nothing Keep holding my thoughts to ransom And I'II keep writing these songs in the hopes of something Making any sense to someone And it's not that I'm not trying Oh, it's not that I'm not trying No, it's not that I'm not trying Oh, I promise that I'm trying My head's always going a hundred miles an hour