Roma White - Owel

You’ll hurt yourself trying to smile

When there’s still the taste of lament in your mouth

You’ll twist a nerve just from the motion

It’s an act we don’t have to do

I can sit and just be here

And not have to be so terribly scared of silent air

Just a body in the room

The silence is scary, but it’s a joke compared to talking to yourself

I’ll sit and just be here

And when the dread finally shifts

Just enough for you to feel it’s safe to talk again

I’ll be an empty vase

For you to pour yourself in

Or I’ll sit and just be here

And not have to be so terribly scared of silent air

Just a body in the room

The silence is scary, but it’s a joke compared to talking to yourself

I’ll sit and just be here

I can sit and just be here

And not have to be so terribly scared of silent air

And if all you’d like is a body in the room

The silence is scary, but it’s a joke compared to talking to yourself

I’m empty whenever you’re ready

Whenever, if ever

If you feel like you may want to let me in

Whenever, if ever