mouth closed i couldn t hear myself take a moment for urgent matters you leave questions but kept your voice down always shooting for something louder you waited all month to speak up face to face to make for lost time by design well can you hear yourself it s the pot calling the kettle you raise wages for raising eyebrows and expressions i ll never settle on waiting all month to speak up face to face you wasted my time you re still answering defeat the more things change the more always seems to forever stay the same