If These Walls Could Talk

I can hear the words you never say
You can hear me never taking blame
The laundry's in the washer, the beer is in the fridge
But cleaning up does not include admitting what you did

I'm chewing on this pen and spitting out
Pieces of plastic accumulating in my mouth
My nervous tics and sleeplessness have kept me up for days
If these walls could talk they probably would have nothing much to say

I'm sweating to the point of losing salt
My head is a receptacle for secrets and insults
Your mother is an atheist, 'cause she's alive a day
We hide behind religion but we all want to get paid

I'm chewing on this pen and spitting out
Pieces of plastic accumulating in my mouth
My nervous tics and sleeplessness have kept me up for days
If these walls could talk they probably would have nothing much to say

Let's pretend there's nothing wrong, let's pretend I wrote this song
Let's pretend you like the person sitting to your right
Well, I'll be better in a week, I just need some more coffee please
I can keep my mouth shut really fucking tight

I'm chewing on this pen and spitting out
Pieces of plastic accumulating in my mouth
My nervous tics and sleeplessness have kept me up for days
If these walls could talk they probably would have nothing much to say
My neck hurts from all the ways I slouch
I sleep on the futon and it doubles as a couch
The drums are beat to hell, no, they are all in disarray
If these walls could talk they probably would have nothing much to say
If these walls could talk they probably would have nothing much to say
If these walls could talk then I would be surprised