Pink Spiders
Текст песни Talk Hard

Radio to Kansas City we're departing Corpus Christi,
Facing turbulence near San Antonio.
I've got a mind to leave these cloudy skies behind,
But I just thought that I should call and let you know.
That I don't wanna be close.
No, I don't wanna be in moderation.
Slower conversations only lead me to believe I'm getting old.
Just making small talk, staring at the sidewalk.
We exchange about the weather getting cold.

'Cause I don't wanna be close.
No, I don't wanna be close.
Too old for confrontation,
Too young to let you know,
You need to keep your fucking mouth shut.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Operator this is urgent, seems I've used too much detergent,
My apartments filled with bubbles to the ceiling.
I've found a needle now I'm popping my way out,
But just in case I thought it best to share this feeling.

'Cause I don't wanna be close.
No, I don't wanna be close.
Too old for confrontation,
Too young to let you know,
You need to keep your fucking mouth shut.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

It's not about sex it's not about love.
Everybody's talking shit and I don't want to talk to anyone.
It's not about sex it's not about love.
Everybody's talking shit and I don't want to talk to anyone.
It's not about sex it's not about love.
Everybody's talking shit and I don't want to talk to anyone.
It's not about sex it's not about love.
Everybody's talking shit and I don't want to talk to anyone.

'Cause,
Too old for confrontation,
Too young to let you know,
You need to keep your fucking mouth shut.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

In this miscommunication my reputation shows,
You need to keep your fucking mouth shut.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.