I type a message on my phone
The kind of words I never show
I touch the screen and watch it go
And now the blank is all I know
I text"I care" and hold it near
The quiet screen will keep it here
I guess the truth will find a place
The words I keep are not a waste
I'm piling all the words I'd write
Inside a coat that hides them right
There's warmth in all I never send
No tangled threads that have to mend
I'm piling all the words I'd write
Inside a coat that hides them right
So if I ever feel alone
I'll open up and read my own
I text"I care" and hold it near
The quiet screen will keep it here
I guess the truth will find a place
The words I keep are not a waste
I'm piling all the words I'd write
Inside a coat that hides them right
There's warmth in all I never send
No tangled threads that have to mend
I'm piling all the words I'd write
Inside a coat that hides them right
So if I ever feel alone
I'll open up and read my own