What the hell I can hear you from across the room Telling everyone your precious point of views Clearly you’ve got all the answers rehearsed and ready You’re just winding up again You talk Forgive me I don’t wanna take the bait Why do you thrive on turning up the debate Doesn’t matter what I say You bring it back to you You’re getting high on your own voice You talk Till the air gets thin Every story spins Right back to you You talk Like it’s life or death Every forced breath No proof you’re right Toss your opinion like a grenade in the room More than your two cents’ worth Can't escape, you grab a hold Don't say anything, it makes it worse You talk You talk and talk Even when you’re gone You’re voice rattles in my head Echoes through the hallway All the bullshit that you said Then it scrapes at the edges of my nerves Can’t escape it when you walk in You fill up every corner Every silent space I see the rolling eyes behind your busy face I try to disappear You find me with your take You just love the sound of your own noise You talk Till the air gets thin Every story spins Right back to you You talk Like it’s life or death Every forced breath No proof you’re right Toss your opinion like a grenade in the room More than your two cents’ worth Can't escape, you grab a hold Don't say anything, it makes it worse You talk You talk and talk Turn it down Turn it down Can you hear how loud you sound (hey!) Is there room for anyone Where you have to interrupt everyone You talk Till the air gets thin Every story spins Right back to you You talk Like it’s life or death Every forced breath No proof you’re right Toss your opinion like a grenade in the room More than your two cents’ worth Can't escape, you grab a hold Don't say anything, it makes it worse You talk You talk and talk Copyright © 2026 by The November Son. All rights reserved.
