i've got a hunger
twisting my stomach into knots
that my tongue has tied off

my brain's repeating
"if you've got an impulse let it out"
but they never make it past my mouth.

this is the sound of settling

our youth is fleeting
old age is just around the bend
and i can't wait to go gray

and i'll sit and wonder
of every love that could've been
if i'd only thought of something charming to say.

this is the sound of settling

i've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots

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